un: bashful bard of the emboldened flute

[consignation]

[ You know how other people are using the network to disseminate important information? Or to gather data, make connections, organize expeditions?

Well, Jiang Cheng is going to use for something equally important, to him. He is going to use it to complain. ]

I don't know why I agreed to this. I don't know what I expected.

[ No introduction, no context, no real explanation. ]

The Lans are notoriously delicate. Bland diets, soft complexions, their beauty sleep.

Why. Would he even ask for this when he's clearly never stayed up past dusk in his life?!

[ All of this is delivered in a low, hushed, seething whisper.

Then, quieter, to his mystery companion— ]

What does my brother see in you—

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[downswing]

[ Ah, but to be a flesh-bound anchor, weighing down a fellow's neck. Wind whistles, the forest breathes, chills stoke and crystallise —

...and Lan Wangji, fettered to Ye Olden Timey Tree dozes on. And on. And on. With a disturbing, sect-rebelling amount of feeling.

Until gravity and Jiang Cheng's strike of bad luck conspire to the inevitability of a steady, ready, growing... droop. First, their arms brush together, feather-like. Their shoulders knock, bone to silk to bone.

Then, the final betrayal, when Wangji's head starts to a series of shameless, consecutive hostilities and conquers Jiang Cheng's shoulder.

'How can he sleep through this, in the cold and the dark and the wilderness and strapped to a tree like dinner roast?' the innocent might ask. Oh, he's only getting comfortable. Yunmeng shoulder pads are soft. ]

NOW I can go back to work

[downswing]

( It must sure suck, it must sure suck
To not have Wei Ying on your side
It must sure suck, it must sure suuuuuuuuck
To be Jiang Cheng without Wei Ying on your siiiiiiide

Every fist to the mouth has an equal opposite reaction
Thanks to Wei Ying, our sect world's fractured into factions
Try not to crack under the salt, your ulcer's getting subtitle captions
We smack each other on the road, and no Jin nephew's a distraction
I get no nc-17 satisfaction, witnessing Jiang Cheng's fits of passion
The way he looms and dooms and comes down, whip smashing
Our poorest Wens, our sugar babes, brace for his volcanic splashing
As he erupts in whiny, child-like purple trashing

This virgin is asking for someone to bring him to task
Clear out five minutes, no need to Zidian for his ass
Back of the hand, then to hold his teeth, a flask
Boy, you hurt for your brother, got a pain, you walk it
Remember it next time you make him kick the bucket

It must sure suck, it must sure suck
To not have Wei Ying on your side
It must sure suck, it must sure suuuuuuuuck
To be Jiang Cheng without Wei Ying on your siiiiiiide

Look back at every instigation (half I started!)
Your tears haven't dried

It must sure suck, it must sure suck
To not have Wei Ying on your side

So Jiang Cheng's doubled the whining
Wasn't the trouble with Yiling strife the whine?
Look in his eyes
See how he cries
How he fucks up and every time, it's a surprise
Bending in bows, shooing his brother, supporting Jin villains to his own benefit
Boy, you didn't not stop, you aided'n'abeted
And then you pine and wine, you swine
Somebody's got to shut up your sour mouth
Lucky, these silence spells never sell out
And if there's ever a fire you're trying to douse
Just pass me the brazier, and you enter the house

We're strapped to a tree, I am complicit
If I don't make the night bloody and explicit
If Wei Ying isn't gonna listen to precedent
Then that is no difference, but his bro is out

Oh! This Jiang asshole's got the spine of a willow
Oh! But he's still gonna work mighty fine for a pillooooooow
Oh! Let's show this dumbass what he's up against
Oh! A Lan who naps once 9pm's commenced
Oh! Now follow his drooping head and see where it goes
Oh! Because every second, the pull of gravity grows
Oh! If we follow Wangji's tip-over and see where it leads
The body concedes, time for midnight misdeeds, the nap proceeds!

It must sure suck, it must sure suck
Follow the nap noises and see where they stem
It must sure suck, it must sure suck
We're making Jiang Wanyin our pillow again
We won't hold back, won't rise above
Chief cultivator got this, with love

Still, it must sure suck, it must sure suck
To not have Wei Ying on your side )

i'm going to bed

[consignation]

[ A dour war hero and a sect leader are bound to a tree
Diametrically opposed, foes
One falls asleep on his companion, opening wounds that were
Previously closed
Bros

The sect leader grouses about the war hero openly on the network,
Exposing every flaw in an endless font,
Airing out twenty some years of frustrations and bad blood,
In his scathingly whispered taunts.

No one else is tied to
This cursed-ass tree in the woods
This cursed-ass tree in the woods
This cursed-ass tree in the woods
No one else is tied to
This cursed-ass tree in the woods (This cursed-ass tree in the woods)
This cursed-ass tree in the woods
This cursed-ass tree in the woods (This cursed-ass tree in the woods)
No one really knows how Jiang Cheng gets played (Jiang Cheng gets played)
Wangji throwing shade
Dismembering without blades
We just assume that it happens (Assume that it happens)
But no one else is tied to
This cursed-ass tree in the woods (This cursed-ass tree in the woods)

Jiang Cheng claims—

Lan Wangji was in Wei Wuxian's bedchambers
In distress and disarray.

Jiang Cheng claims—

Lan Wangji said—
Wei Ying, you're my soulmate!

And basically begged to be allowed to stay

Jiang Cheng claims—

Wei Wuxian didn't hesitate,
Always more than ready to be led astray

Jiang Cheng claims—

Wei Wuxian swore himself to me,
Swore himself to Jiang Sect, to Yunmeng, to Yanli.

But!

No one else is tied to—

This cursed-ass tree in the woods
This cursed-ass tree in the woods
This cursed-ass tree in the woods

No one else is tied to—

This cursed-ass tree in the woods
This cursed-ass tree in the woods
This cursed-ass tree in the woods

No one really knows what kind
Of insults get thrown (Insults get thrown)
The barbs that get traded by (These men who are grown)
These men who are grown
We just assume that it's tried (Assume that it's tried)
But no one else is tied to (This cursed-ass tree in the woods)
This cursed-ass tree in the woods ]

too much beauty for unworthy eyes to behold

[downswing]