[text...?? fox thoughts to text transcription please ban me]

[consignation]

run run run run cold wet cold

awful

disgusting

sound??

sound!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wangji where is lan wangji lan zhan lan wangji wangji wangji

wangji warm where wangji get wangji hello?

help

help warm

dig dig dig dig dig

dirt on hands not hands PAWS dirt on dirt

angry ANGER angry eat bird eat bird fast bird RUDE bird

wangji!!!!!

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[downswing]

I come.

Concentrate. What do you see in surroundings?

[consignation]

GREEN and TREES and BIRDS and GREEN and A ROCK and DIRT

[ in his defense, wei wuxian probably wouldn't be that much more helpful while being attacked in the woods. ]

[downswing]

The wind. Where do you catch scent?

[consignation]

[ it is very hard to focus on any scents when there are furious birds trying to get him out of their tree, wangji ]

blood!!! smell blood! hurt!

[ he lets out a high keening fox whine. ]

1/2

[downswing]

( His heart, withered and slow. )


Breathe.

You stand above pain. You rule it. It flows and abandons you unchanged.

You survive it.

→ video

[downswing]

( And now, switching to video, but pointing the pendant forward, so 'Wei Ying' might spot Lan Wangji's whereabouts, entering the forest. )

You recall these lands?

[consignation]

[ it takes jiang cheng several seconds to focus, feeling a little... high? from wangji's gentle coaching. is this what being high feels like? is this love? infatuation? these are stolen affections, but it is more than vertigo that makes his head swim.

he takes a few deep breaths, trying to slow the frantic flutter of his tiny heart. squinting at the image, he does his best to place the scenery, to recall what might be relevant. ]

rock!! the rock!! yes, rock!! dug at rock, dug many times, chased away

dirt look for dirt

brave good smart strong ideal ideal man ideal

[downswing]

( ...a rare thing, an overly affectionate Wei Ying.

He... does not often know how to respond. )

Unworthy. ( He means, himself. And yet, if only he knew — ) Set paws on ears.

( And now for the familiar, electric disturbance of his guqin materialising, slated to exile birds through the excess violence of nascent song. )