un: absterge

[downswing]

( 'lo, from the depths of the Mouse House, post-Unwinding: )

If... this were no dream. The child of the rains, bearing a vulpine mask. 'Hyang-Won' and his pale protector.

He is remembered? He did not appear as the other manifestations.

Though we have retrieves ourselves, we cannot abandon a child to nightmares.


( Guilt is strong among exorcists. )

Comments

[weifinder]

You wish the wine? After bows. Red robes? Or green, really, speak to me.

[downswing]

I want what no man may question.

[weifinder]

What is that, husband?

[downswing]

A day when they do not question why I took whites.

[weifinder]

How many of 'them' are here, Lan Zhan? How many here doubt who we are to each other?

[downswing]

You think only of today.

[weifinder]

You think I wouldn't shout to the world of our home of my regards for you?

True, I'll have to find a way... oh! At a conference!

[downswing]

Declined.

[weifinder]

It's okay, my face is thick enough!

[downswing]

Unnecessary.

[weifinder]

There won't be anyone left to wonder afterwards, news will carry fast!

[downswing]

Wei Ying. A marriage done well, past inquiry, suffices.

[weifinder]

Both here and there, then.

[downswing]

Gladly.

[weifinder]

Right, so that's at least two more, you can't give up halfway through your preparations, that's good, that's good!

[downswing]

( The quiet, golden edge of repressed laughter: )

Wei Ying has concluded a number he favours.

[weifinder]

Eight, to start.

[downswing]

Fortuitous.

[weifinder]

And inevitable at our rate.

( which is starting to be endearing, so help him )

[downswing]

( A pause, and: )

...I shame you.

[weifinder]

( he outright laughs at that. )

Never, Lan Zhan. Not even once!

[downswing]

...then?

[weifinder]

I'll start looking for people to embroider robes.

[downswing]

Shamelessly opulent.

[weifinder]

You delight in it.