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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[consignation]

[ Oh no a soothing female voice. ]

He's just infuriating. Everything about him is abrasive, you know? His mere existence chafes somehow. I'm not a particularly impatient man. I raised Jin Ling! I have tolerance! But him...!

And yet my brother can't get enough of him. Why? With his dour face and dour personality and dour mourning clothes. And now he's a war hero, and everyone else loves and fawns over him as well, for what? What has he done? We all fought in the war!

It's disgusting. I can't believe it, except I absolutely can believe it. The pretty boy is just coasting on his good looks, blinding everyone to the the cavernous flaws of his complete lack of a personality—

[soulsrob]

[She makes sympathetic noises as Jiang Cheng speaks up, letting him get it out until she cuts in with a clucking of her tongue] It's hard not getting the recognition you deserve just as rightly as someone else.

What was that name you mentioned? Jin Ling? You managed to raise a good boy-- that's something you an be proud of over him! What's Jin Ling like?

[downswing]

( Enjoy the spark of background muffled sound captured by Jiang Cheng's quartz piece, which some might innocently translate as 'the shifting of a sleeping body finding ease,' but the truly knowledgeable will know as Lan Wangji's flesh and blood telegraphing, 'SATAN.' )