inbox | eastbound

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lan wangji
missives | encounters

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Brother partners readily.

[weifinder]

So restraint is advised to spare everyone else the intensity of Lans released, I see, I see.

I even like it, I think, at least in small, singular Lan doses for now.

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I accept that privilege.

[weifinder]

Good.

Anyway, the baskets, the cart, for the rabbits?

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You think it wise tobtransport them?

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan.

They were meat rabbits.

Do you know someone else who'd keep them as pets? The two from Sa-Hareth were well homed, but these are... from lean parts.

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Allow me their guardianship.

[weifinder]

You already have it, if I do.

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A kindly gift. I must retaliate.

[weifinder]

If you wish! We're married, we can do nice things for each other without need to retaliate, ah? We can gift endlessly, likewise receive with an open heart.

Also, sing to me.

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Restless?

[weifinder]

I like the sound of your voice.

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Sentiment.

[weifinder]

Of which I have many for you.

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The inn keepers have their ballads. Perhaps, if Wei Ying is untroubled by an amateur's interpretation.

[weifinder]

I would like to have clear memory of you singing. Bring your ballads. You have my ears, and my affections.

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( The first clear @— )


...no. Cloud Recesses boasts many lullabies.

[weifinder]

I would prefer yours.

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That song bore ill omens.

[weifinder]

That song settled me. Let it settle you. Let go of what I didn't remember, for the sake of what I can.

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It is a song of longing.

[weifinder]

I want to hear the words.

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A child's shamelessness.



( Quite possibly embarrassed. )

[weifinder]

Only for you, Lan Zhan!

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The verses. My own. Shameless in innocence. Sentimental.