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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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[sandu]

[ there is no need for calling; the low voice carries in the wind, amidst the frozen creaking of metal, of rust and snow, and jiang cheng is as if a hound on a scent - there is no need for calling, as he makes his way to where lan wangji stands, hand cocked on his hip as he glances up, following the path made by the pale eyes until he too, sights the child sitting up on the window. ]

What the hell is he doing there? [ it is not meant for him. the spiteful venom in his voice, the acrid annoyance rolls off his tongue as easily as if he were simply talking about the weather, but his brows frown and draw down over his expression like storm shutters.

taking a step back, he casts a gaze around - there is a door, but it is frozen shut, the metal frozen and coated with a layer of thick ice and pile of snow as high as his shoulders lay in front of it, hard as a rock; it is clear that this is perhaps why he could not get back down, could not free himself save by the one open exit there exist - but it is too high for a child, not without injury. ]