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[laozu]

WHO: Ancient China Wuxia Crew ( Wei Wuxian laozu, Lan Wangji wangxian & Jiang Cheng sandu )
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
WHAT: A catch-all log for literally everything so we don't spam.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.

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[wangxian]

[ it is always a tartness that settles in his mouth.

since he was young, since the time he had seen wei ying flirt aimless and shameless with so many around him and before him, lan wangji had tasted it. he had thought — selfish to himself — that he would give more to placed within that position. he would give more, to have such words turned upon him in sweet earnest. he had wanted and craved as though any starving creature for the warmth of wei ying's attentions, but he had never allowed himself to say it. he had never permitted himself to think he could have it. and even now, even now —

lan wangji keeps his gaze from the sight of tomoe pinned between wei wuxian and the wall, his ears perked. he instead reaches for jiang cheng, more with the fingers than with the palm. and eventually, they tug once upon the corner of his sleeve as though to prompt him to sit down. as if to ask him, without asking him, without making jiang cheng lose more face than he need to or ought, depending upon how others may react to such bickering now.

it was enough already to have such attentions stripped from him, never mind be reminded of the offense of spurring argument between himself and jiang cheng to start. ]

[laozu]

Mister Fox, these are my dear partners.

[ he introduces the two of them brassily, the flat of his hand cupping their profiles over his shoulder, as though he knows exactly where to find them without even having to look. he hears the rustle of clothing, the way lan wangji must be doing his best to coax jiang cheng to sit and swallow his hostility. while his hand is being unwrapped little by little from where he clutches at tomoe's clothing, his expression morphs into something a little sharper, not lacking in friendliness, but definitely a slender, delicate little knife he holds at the ready. ]

I admit, I do have an ulterior motive for drawing you in here. You've met them both through text and have caused them to fight; would you please apologize for the duress you've caused them? I'd hope they would apologize for any insult done to you as well, and we can start anew with no tensions between any of us. Once that's done, I'll be able to attend to a divine servant's looks with all my heart.

[ he even reaches into his bag, to pull out the box full of delicate pieces he's put together with careful thought - given to considering what will be light on tomoe's head and make his ears fashionable and easy to overlook at the same time. ]

What do you two say? Can we all try to get along? You won't make my promises sour in my mouth by chasing him off, right? I'll even show you the things I brought to dress you two in, for our return to our country.

[jinshi]

[ were Wei Wuxian merely human, the danger tucked away in his smile might have taken Tomoe by surprise; knowing he is an onmyouji, it's a look he recognises. it's not the kind of sharpness that someone weak could ever wield. he isn't cowed in the slightest, but he does take note of it, that this one in particular is different to the other two. still, they are humans. he's not going to roll over for anyone, and certainly not them. ]

What do I have to apologise for? [ it's said in a huff, his ears flicking like something annoying is buzzing around. ] That has nothing to do with me. One of your partners chose to pick a fight with me, and the other apparently thought him incapable of restraining himself.

[ the disdain there is for Lan Wanji, rather than Jiang Cheng. for all the hostility that exists solely between himself and Jiang Cheng, it's not as though Tomoe begrudges someone a fight. of course an onmyouji would take issue with a youkai. needling him for that decision is only pride speaking, the crowing superiority that would rear its head with any opponent. no — he would snarl and snap his teeth, taunt him for his mortal weakness, but never look down on someone for issuing a challenge. and it was only banter.

if another youkai had ever tried to treat him the way he perceived that interruption, like dragging a child away by the hand from a danger they're too stupid to understand, he would have taken their head without hesitation. Nanami can only pacify him because she is his master; she's supposed to command him. he cannot understand it, and it speaks, to him, of weakness in both of them. his eyes pass coldly over the other two, but ultimately he's decided that Wei Wuxian is the only one worth speaking to. ]

I'm not going to do any harm to that one unless he makes the foolish mistake of trying to carry out his threats. That is already a generous promise for a youkai to make.

[sandu]

Don't talk about me as if I'm not here. [ as always, jiang cheng crackles like fire against damp wood, dark and glowering; the demon's dismissive way of talking seems to have touched a nerve.

he draws himself up, away from the coaxing touch of wei wuxian's hand, from the gentle tug that comes at his sleeve from lan wangji seated beside him, though the movement is more subdued than he usually would for such gestures; clearly, he is still walking on proverbial eggshells around them, after what had happened. he doesn't quite rage against the attempts as he would otherwise use to, and his frown only deepens just a fraction, before he turns his gaze back to tomoe. ]

Who says you'd be able to even touch a hair on my head?

[wangxian]

[ it is a gentler rebuff.

he knows it. knows, it as well as he knows the motives that wei wuxian unfurls before their eyes — presses them as dangerous and alluring as a blade against one's side. and still, there is a twinge of some soft rejection that settles in his gut. no matter how it is fails to thrive, it had existed from the start. but, lan wangji is not as though a wilting thing. he has died and lived and died. he has suffered losses more severe. and he has suffered isolation and misunderstanding worse than however it is tomoe perceives him now.

he had always been an untouchable thing, people had said. as unapproachable as he was beautiful, but these comments mattered little to him. for, in the end, had he not once too wished to be left to his own? he had not once too wished only to study, to live within his quiet?

disdain is familiar, no less familiar than avoidance. and lan wangji thinks himself fine to sweep such interaction aside, uncaring — ]

I have never thought Jiang Cheng incapable. [ — but, this is what tumbles easy from his mouth. it is clear and crisp and even, without ounce of hesitation. and suddenly, it is the pale of his eyes that scan tomoe's face. and no matter how gentle it is that wei wuxian cups his profile, there is something remote in the seeming impassivity that sits still at corner of his lips, the dark edges of his brows. there is something hard, as though tomoe's physicality with wei wuxian is detestable by itself. and to him, it is.

but, lan wangji has nothing to apologize for. lan wangji, who makes habit of his manners, knows he does not. he will not apologize for wishing to provide less trouble for someone he loves, as much less deny wei wuxian the wish to keep him still within his touch.

a touch, that he in part leans into. softens into, as his gaze rounds warmer — shifts back to wei wuxian. ]

[laozu]

Aah, this is deeper than I thought, then.

[ jiang cheng makes a habit of picking fights with anything and anyone that twitches wrongly before him, that is true. what surprises him is tomoe's disdain focuses on lan wangji, moreso than the former of the two. for a moment, he thinks how could anyone hate lan wangji, before recalling his own sordid past and the hostilities he had felt towards a man he did not understand as readily or as easily as his own. doubling that with tomoe's mindset, which wei wuxian had dug into for personal, curious reasons, and he's beginning to see where troubles could arise beyond what even he was capable of handling. sharp smiles only speak to the youkai, after all. he doesn't want to turn such a look upon the other two - not unless they've really, really earned it. ]

Maybe we can throw hands later, when we're not on the train. Burn off some of the hostilities with a little physical exercise, you know?

[ not here, not now. he'd rather throw himself off the train than see a repeat of the noodle bar incident, with the added bonus of a new participant. at that rate, it'd become a noodle war. quickly, he wrestles three pieces out of his bag, holding them in his cupped palms for the other three to see. a delicate silver-and-green floral piece is clearly for tomoe, matched to his hair and the pretty, tapered lengths of his ears. a bolder, gold-and-violet cuff made to hook along the back of the ear and dangle in soft layers of thread is a small thing he's pieced together from two other accessories for jiang cheng. the last is a dewy, marbled set of white-and-black stones in woven metal, made to be worn across fingers and knuckles and secured on the wrist; this is the one for lan wangji, of course.

each one, carefully picked. the two for his partners, of course, were put together by his own hand. the other was restained and painted to suit tomoe's coloring. ]

For now, look! Look, see? I brought you two gifts as well, I didn't want you to get jealous I was giving mister fox all my fashion advice.