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lan wangji
missives | encounters
She was dying, and her children were with her. They were going to be orphaned. Wen Qing couldn't save her.
( all this said, low and level, with a pained exhalation at the end, the huff of laughter that isn't laughter slipping past his lips. )
She asked that we try anything. So I did.
( the silence just hangs there, aching. and then it ends.
the voice contact, that is. )
( all this said, low and level, with a pained exhalation at the end, the huff of laughter that isn't laughter slipping past his lips. )
She asked that we try anything. So I did.
( the silence just hangs there, aching. and then it ends.
the voice contact, that is. )
Lan Zhan?
( a touch breathless, exertion and something akin to laughter in the aftermath of an ending. )
Lan Zhan, she's out of Ratticlawcoo's reach, and unthralled to any who dictate her action. Bound to her own sensibilities and anchored by Jon Snow, of all people. She's flying off to avoid the fortress and the battles, irritated at everything that happened. Hungry, too. For normal hunter things. Lots of birds. Fish? Deer, if there's any around here. She... we didn't need to burn her to ash.
( ... yet. but let him have this. let him be as utterly surprised, into happiness even, )
She doesn't care to deal with us, either. It's one less factor to contend with, one more easing of these forces while we're evacuating these people! Or slowing down it reaching whatever Deimar's kingdom discovered in the last year.
( a touch breathless, exertion and something akin to laughter in the aftermath of an ending. )
Lan Zhan, she's out of Ratticlawcoo's reach, and unthralled to any who dictate her action. Bound to her own sensibilities and anchored by Jon Snow, of all people. She's flying off to avoid the fortress and the battles, irritated at everything that happened. Hungry, too. For normal hunter things. Lots of birds. Fish? Deer, if there's any around here. She... we didn't need to burn her to ash.
( ... yet. but let him have this. let him be as utterly surprised, into happiness even, )
She doesn't care to deal with us, either. It's one less factor to contend with, one more easing of these forces while we're evacuating these people! Or slowing down it reaching whatever Deimar's kingdom discovered in the last year.
Five carries something of the dead on him. Based on past occurrences, and the increasing paranoia he's suffered over the past two years, I'd believe it's from Anurr rather than the dead body parts we, and he, are otherwise collecting. Some sort of favour, perhaps? Not sure if it's the only one, I'd suggest investigating with Xiao Xingchen and Xie Lian for their past relationship with Anurr's followers in Sa-Hareth, if that was in any way meaningful at that time or rebirthed when he came into his full powers in Taravast.
All's quiet for the most part, only a few of the paladin's moving this late at night while the remaining civilians are quiet and lined up waiting for the next caravan out. I heard shrieking, a living kind, though a few talismans around the gates seemed to deter other prowlers.
We're close to the end of the evacuations, and what dead have slipped through have been dispatched simply by the paladins still on watch here. I'm not much use beyond a general sense of what's going on, but the surges are quieter with hell sealed.
Whatever Ratkakatoo is after likely can't be accessed now, though more and more it seems like it's as linked to the dark waters with the mirrors that aren't exactly mirrors... ah, the cooks are still down here, so don't worry, the people waiting have some thin soup to keep them warm while we're waiting. Most of the remainder are adults, I think almost all the children have already been evacuated.
There's a lack of decent rooftops to keep watch from underground. Someone should be notified. Maybe the Dwarven leader? The loud one, aren't his people of the mountains? He's built like one...
We're close to the end of the evacuations, and what dead have slipped through have been dispatched simply by the paladins still on watch here. I'm not much use beyond a general sense of what's going on, but the surges are quieter with hell sealed.
Whatever Ratkakatoo is after likely can't be accessed now, though more and more it seems like it's as linked to the dark waters with the mirrors that aren't exactly mirrors... ah, the cooks are still down here, so don't worry, the people waiting have some thin soup to keep them warm while we're waiting. Most of the remainder are adults, I think almost all the children have already been evacuated.
There's a lack of decent rooftops to keep watch from underground. Someone should be notified. Maybe the Dwarven leader? The loud one, aren't his people of the mountains? He's built like one...
train boarding day, right after ticket distribution + boarding
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weifinder
- 2023-04-03 08:02 (UTC) - Expandtrain day 2, before arriving at the first and only stop before the long haul
weifinder
- 2023-04-03 08:09 (UTC) - Expand[ We're just going to... take a leaf out of Wangji's book and communicate in the way he would potentially want to be communicated with?
Direct. Simple. ]
Three containers, prepared.
Direct. Simple. ]
Three containers, prepared.
Is your family safe? All appendages accounted for? What about the brain bits?
[ Ah— ]
To be clear, I'm not asking if you still have your brain, it's the stuff inside. I'm sure yours is intact. Although, quite interested in your response if something did in fact happen to your brain. Anyway! Gets a touch messy after things like this, you know. Thoughts. Feelings. A need for hugs or chocolate cake.
[ Ah— ]
To be clear, I'm not asking if you still have your brain, it's the stuff inside. I'm sure yours is intact. Although, quite interested in your response if something did in fact happen to your brain. Anyway! Gets a touch messy after things like this, you know. Thoughts. Feelings. A need for hugs or chocolate cake.
Text | un: hide-and-seek | A few days after arriving in Unkharil
makemeasong
2023-08-27 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clara wasn't sure at first, whether or not she'd been unable to find the Doctor because she was afraid to see him, or if he was so busy checking on others, they hadn't crossed paths. But of course, she should have known he wouldn't have gone this long without checking in on her, especially not in a new place.
When she wakes up and finally searches, all she finds of him is his pocket watch, and she knows. She isn't sure what to say or how to say it, and for the first time, she's blunt in a message. ]
The Doctor isn't here anymore. I thought—I thought you would wanna know.
When she wakes up and finally searches, all she finds of him is his pocket watch, and she knows. She isn't sure what to say or how to say it, and for the first time, she's blunt in a message. ]
The Doctor isn't here anymore. I thought—I thought you would wanna know.
( Wei Wuxian stretches into his husband's space with the afternoon heat hanging over them both; for now, the retreat to cooler stone caverns has been a matter of preventing Lan Zhan's melting as much as it is Wei Wuxian embracing his own weedy nature in the face of the humidity and heat.
The large leaf, damp, he settles over Lan Zhan's crown is a balm of a kind; he's left a seal of cooling on it and allows it to radiate down, colder than he would for most. As soon as one hand reaches for the leaf, massive and casting a shadow deeper than some trickling streams of water winding down tree trunks in early morning rains.
Then, his hand comes up, brushes against that blue ribbon: )
Ribbon, please.
The large leaf, damp, he settles over Lan Zhan's crown is a balm of a kind; he's left a seal of cooling on it and allows it to radiate down, colder than he would for most. As soon as one hand reaches for the leaf, massive and casting a shadow deeper than some trickling streams of water winding down tree trunks in early morning rains.
Then, his hand comes up, brushes against that blue ribbon: )
Ribbon, please.
( ...he is melting. Grown man to great sea, truly, the puddle of his being is glory and legend. Not a part of him, extremity or limb, is not sticky, humid, heated or — straining.
Splayed on his bed of stone, away from the fiendish villain sun, he has resolved, eyes shuttered to:
1. never move again, on pain of Wei Ying's death
2. be one and at peace with brother beetle, who has been screeching the one and same tune near his left ear for the past shi
3. grow roots eternal into rock and thrive
4. become one with the world, at the mercy of mother Guanyin
5. tenderly, unmovingly, profit —
— with the minor exception when heavenly relief drips over his face, the crops of his soul are watered, respite is nigh, and he shackles Wei Ying's wrist, thumb to bird bones, because he knows how this goes: )
Leaf first. ( A beat. ) Please.
( Trust... no Yunmeng ho... )
[ Starting shortly after the collapse of the temple and delivered over the course of four days, Lan Wangji receives:
Day One - a bowl of homemade congee, mild in flavor, with additional dishes, served on a covered tray with a warming spell attached, so it's still hot when he gets it.
Day Two - hair oils and a new brush.
Day Three - a hand-embroidered handkerchief with a cloud motif. The embroidery is passable but clearly from an inexperienced hand.
Day Four - a new whetstone for polishing his sword.
They're marked for Hanguang-jun, the characters drawn in a fair hand, but otherwise, no notes are left.
Enjoy the mysterious admirer (or fool trying to make it up to Lan Wangji). ]
Day One - a bowl of homemade congee, mild in flavor, with additional dishes, served on a covered tray with a warming spell attached, so it's still hot when he gets it.
Day Two - hair oils and a new brush.
Day Three - a hand-embroidered handkerchief with a cloud motif. The embroidery is passable but clearly from an inexperienced hand.
Day Four - a new whetstone for polishing his sword.
They're marked for Hanguang-jun, the characters drawn in a fair hand, but otherwise, no notes are left.
Enjoy the mysterious admirer (or fool trying to make it up to Lan Wangji). ]
( This would be all well and good and fair unmentionable — if not for the petty part of Lan Wangji that admits freely, he is not of fair disposition, nor treasured for such — and there is only one likely sender, anonymous or otherwise.
Guilt makes the gift sweeter. Enjoy a gracefully penned note, writ soft on the back of one of the parchment pieces with his dedication, returned alongside the goods to the honourable sender, Mo Weiyu. )
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蓝
忘
机
Young Master Lan, my name is Zhou Zishu. I was hoping to have a moment of your time, at your convenience.
Audio | un: hide-and-seek | hours after arriving at the castle
makemeasong
2023-12-10 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When Clara leaves and returns, this time most assuredly a changed person, it comes to mind that there are no secrets in this place, not really. So much has been forced out of her, and she can't let her death be something that takes Lan Wangji by surprise. She respects him too much for that, but doesn't have it in her to make it a face-to-face conversation. It doesn't feel like something she can text, either. ]
Hey, don't worry about using the voice record if you don't want to. I need to tell you something, and I think it's better this way. For me, I mean.
[ She's still not wrapped her mind around it all, the four and a half billion years, the forgetting. But she can't run into Wangji and have it come out some other way. She decides to start easy, though. ]
I went home. Do you know if anyone else left and came back?
Hey, don't worry about using the voice record if you don't want to. I need to tell you something, and I think it's better this way. For me, I mean.
[ She's still not wrapped her mind around it all, the four and a half billion years, the forgetting. But she can't run into Wangji and have it come out some other way. She decides to start easy, though. ]
I went home. Do you know if anyone else left and came back?
Hanguang-jun. I beg your assistance in finding an appropriate gift for my nephew, your son.
You're married, right?
[ Which means, if so, he's likely got a bigger clue than she does currently about navigating feelings as they pertain to other people, right?
Sorry Wangji, you're now on duty as best gal pal. ]
[ Which means, if so, he's likely got a bigger clue than she does currently about navigating feelings as they pertain to other people, right?
Sorry Wangji, you're now on duty as best gal pal. ]
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