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[weifinder]

( a smile from the man on camera, and a wave of his fingers against the backdrop of an ice wall. )

To those who know me not at all, or less well than others of our number do, I'm Wei Wuxian.

( hands lifted, he offers a polite, perfunctory sort of bow, paired to the clasping of fingers over the other hand's set. they drop out of frame, and he looks a touch more serious, dark eyes fathomless. or maybe it's all in the lighting. (the lack of proper lighting. torchlight keeps him flickering in reds and oranges.) )

The king mentioned Irenia in passing, the dragon? She was thieved away from a lord of death our group knows of, and has run into several times. His name's Anurr, he's the, ah, very slightly less horrible option for being enslaved by death lords, and from Sa-Hareth. Trailing after us with his creatures or his shifting loyalties, never trust his kind voice, Eleven can tell you about that! Five, I'm sure, can tell you more, as can Xie Lian, or Xiao Xingchen. All members of our group, as it were. Anyway!

( he claps his hands, and grins. a little crinkling around his eyes makes him almost seem truly merry, instead of merrily dry. )

Irenia lured far enough west can be called back to Anurr's dubious graces. Far enough east, and with a different strong pull on her mind, maybe, maybe we can free her. Either way, I recommend we do one or the other, because space to crash a being who never asked to be used as she is is limited, and using the keep itself in poor taste, as it defends this world from hell. Apparently. Very exciting stuff!

( ball's in your court now, chaos crew! )

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[weifinder]

( who buried their son in bunnies, lan zhan. who did it. )

One day you'll figure out when I like my hair pulled, too, but that day is not today.

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Offer rescinded.

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😂

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Unless you move swiftly.

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I'm already in the Wards, heading toward one of the stairs! The one I marked. You know it.

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Acceptable.

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( now, while he's waiting: )

Lan Zhan.

We didn't appreciate the baths at the castle inn enough.

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...I shall melt you snow.

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... And warm it? Because you weren't so fond when I did.

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Unskilled lakes' man.

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Running off to freeze is a Lan specialty? Should I warn whomever catches our Sizhui's eye?

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You wish to negotiate my son's matrimony, or enjoy bathing waters?

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Bathing is more immediate, unless you know one he favours?

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'Mercy.'

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Lan Zhan.

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Wangji. Hanguang-Jun. Second son of Lan.

What is it?

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Husband. Father. Soulmate.

Find me so that I may say.

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He sits a babe on my hip.

I do not wish to speak of his marriage. Agreed?

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Children grow. Allow him that freedom, Lan Zhan. You already have once.

He will care for you no less for adding more into his heart. You are not so small in numbers of those who hold you precious to cling, hoping time does not touch the world the way it touches all of us. Change will not unmake why he is precious. Or that he is already more than under your hand.

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He has yet to learn your archery.


( Or Wen Ning's, the better hand. )

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He had Wen Ning for the months of their travels. There's no one better. Not in our generations combined.

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The uncle is not the mother.

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Which has nothing to do with accepting that he can find love without losing any of the lasting, deep affections he already has.

Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you won't lose him. Not in twenty years, not in another twenty.

[downswing]

A pauper bleeds to lose even scraps.

[weifinder]

You silly, wonderful heart. You will only gain. Of that, I'm certain.