inbox | eastbound

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lan wangji
missives | encounters

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[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.

[weifinder]

I want your shameless sentiment, young and innocent, old and jaded. All of it, because it's yours.

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You will flush.

[weifinder]

Is that meant to be discouraging?

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It lacks refinement.

[weifinder]

Lan Zhan. Husband. He whom with I walk in step, as we learn.

I want your words. Your song. Your longing.

Refined or not.

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Wei Ying offers no concession of his own.

[weifinder]

Have you asked?

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Must I?

[weifinder]

That's in the telling of what you want, moment to moment.

Sing to me. Sleep with me. When there's less sand, sleep with me.