un: absterge

[downswing]

The dead divulged at sea's shore: bereft, they haunt night waters. Buried ashore, they would wake to death's work.

Rest rites elude them.

Some among you wield fire unending. Lend light. The rest may release candles, salt and incense at sea.

If we do nothing of righteousness here, let us achieve this. What of the other dead?

( ooc: won't someone think of Akira/Lily/Anduin's corpses???? Threadjack away, you've got this. )

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[weifinder]

Half a shi is reasonable. I'll find satchels!

( because you managed to get your fumbling marriages Known and now you're deliberately, knowingly married to someone who's been rediscovering he has something like self worth, Lan Zhan )

[downswing]

And cloth strips.

[weifinder]

Ah, go ahead and ask Wen Qing if she knows of any extras!

[downswing]

( Are you prepared.



For this face again. )

Wei Ying.

( Your sister-in-arms is terrifying. )

[weifinder]

( he's not prepared, but he kind of loves that face in the same way he loved being looked at like a solution to problems he could actually solve

while this also inclines him towards almost laughing. )

Family's family, Lan Zhan.

( sister in arms is the only living for the moment sister: family.

wangji only slowly learning the shape of wifi's often destroyed world )

[downswing]

There is a complication.

[weifinder]

Ah?

( concern in an utterance, right there. )

Lan Zhan?

[downswing]

( And... gently raising his hands, fingers and knuckles stripped and cut by cords. )

Minor.

[weifinder]

( a softening of expression, and a quirk of his lips. )

I've salve for you, husband, and Wen Qing the bandages. Speak with her. Her bite is always swift, and you heal faster for the pain.

[downswing]

( A pause, then, carefully: )

Since learning, you persist in that name.

[weifinder]

Not since learning. Since marrying.

( the third time. not charmed, but knowing, and that's not really an answer anyway. quieter: )

Is it not a name I can claim?

( is there objection? )

[downswing]

I only try to understand your joy in flaunting.

[weifinder]

What I hold precious, I name.

[downswing]

Name it, then.

[weifinder]

Husband. Soulmate. Father to our son. Lan Zhan.

[downswing]

( Silence trickles in thick beads on his tongue. )

May your husband stand with justice beside you and live with no regrets.

[weifinder]

May we stand side by side, remembering we ached to stand with justice, and learn to let go of regrets without seeking more.

[downswing]

Wei Ying. ( Silence, sprawling. ) What is right and what is wrong?

[weifinder]

( a pause, and then the soft, huffing exhalation, not so much amusement as something touched and faintly haunted. )

A question we should never cease to ask.

[downswing]

Once, I thought the answer known.

Then, that Wei Ying should give it.

[weifinder]

To stand in justice to ensure the weak and powerless are not left to the dust. Once, I thought I knew the hows of it, and I was wrong, to think any man could face the world alone.

What is true, what is false. What is good, what is evil. What is right, what is wrong. All require support. One voice, one protector, without influence behind them, wasn't enough.

[downswing]

Wei Ying is right. The world was wrong.

[weifinder]

And it only mattered once I had your support, Lan Zhan.

[downswing]

Before. You knew. Your blood knew. Your heart. Your core.

Righteousness sang within them.

[weifinder]

It did. And I acted for it, and on behalf of it. The regrets I have were only that it wasn't enough to keep safe and protect those people I wanted to protect. Not that I acted on what was right.