inbox | eastbound

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lan wangji
missives | encounters

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You may be cleansed.

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[ Innocent sentences that have dramatic personal implications: the title of Wrathion's Autobiography. ]

Unnecessary.

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A short procedure.

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[ Persistent. ]

Unnecessary.

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Unfrightening.

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Irrelevant.

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You would have permitted it of Anduin.

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[ Do not speak his name-- ]

Anduin would not have asked twice.

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I am not so young.

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You consider permission irrelevant?

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I consider derailment distasteful.

But your aid thanked.

un: dollhouse | text (shortly after the undead rising)

[thedreamer]

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.

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( ...ah. The nerves. The timidity. The gentle hesitation.

Of course. Not all men are born drenched red. )

You are unaccustomed to slaughter.

[thedreamer]

[ A fair presumption. And, in a way, that's comforting. As ever, the Doctor deflects.

Unaccustomed to slaughter — well, there's a lovely thought.

How long has it been now...oh, he knows. He knows exactly how long. To the hour, the second. ]

Cake not to your liking first thing in the morning?
I find it helps personally!

[ With what? Well, today it helps with some of the screaming in his head. Lovely thing. Sadly, not unfamiliar to him either. ]

What do you prefer?

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( Flights — and fancy, and the liminal space between them, where wordsmiths of Wei Ying's like live. Patient, be patient. He has learned so. )

Truth.

[thedreamer]

Ah! Truth! You steep that for how long, five minutes? Dash of sugar?

[ This isn't supposed to be about him, Wangji. ]

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What agitates you?

[thedreamer]

Unexpected pears in a fruit crumble. Top of the list. Burnt toast. Lost luggage. Humans and this annoying habit they have of being fragile. That bit of peanut butter stuck at the bottom of a jar.

[ People continue to get hurt, it goes on and on here. He fixes everything! That's what he does, what he always has. Everyone should be safe with the Doctor around. ]

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My husband deflects better.

[thedreamer]

[ Excuse— ]

I'll challenge him to a deflecting duel sometime and we'll have a grand time. How did we get onto me anyway this is about you. Your family's safe?

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Doctor.

[thedreamer]

Your husband deflects. Present tense. Good! Big fan of present tense. Okay. A bit of truth for you then. I'll have this all sorted sooner than later. It's what I do.

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Perhaps focus misplaced.

[thedreamer]

Not lost in a cupboard, last I checked. Though there was a thing once! Point is, checking in on everyone, it's important.

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For battle morale.