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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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@wangji.lan ( 2/2 )

[wangxian]

Have you found him?

[ it comes in pieces. ]

1/2

[sandu]

I have


where

[ again, in pieces, broken text and characters filtering through; it almost gives him a headache. ]

[sandu]

Where have you searched?

[ him, him, him, there is but one who is shared between them, the word. ]

[wangxian]

[ him, him, him. that is all that occupies lan wangji, his heart, in that singular moment. and is jiang cheng not the same? him, always him, that one word shared between them.

and yet, no matter what it is that jiang cheng has said— ]

The safe house. Sinnan District.

[ what does he matter to me?

is that not what he said about lan wangji? he knows jiang cheng does not share the same qualities as wei wuxian, in part. he knows, if wei wuxian were to have found jiang cheng first, he would keep close to him. ]

[sandu]

[ he may reply to that, he may not, but a little while later, something manages to finally slip through; a tiny, broken tendril, a single line of text. ]

red light district, pharmacy.

[ it is all he can do. that is all he could - to place his fate upon hands better than his own. ]

[wangxian]

[ he takes a breath.

and then, this too. this too comes in parts and pieces. they breaks themselves as though words against teeth or dissolved against tongues. ]

You

Which path have you taken?

[ he will take the other. any other, that is open. better to guide each other through. he knows too, for all his bluster— there is an innate need to find wei wuxian within him too. ]

[sandu]

far [ ther. farther. too far.

if he could have even a sliver of what powers he had before, if they could have had their swords in their hands, to alight upon the very air. ]

you go.

[ you go. I will follow.

though it already feels too late. ]

[wangxian]

[ far. farther. lan wangji has spent years searching faces. he has spent years moving within and about his grief. he has spent years, as jiang cheng has spent years. within the turn of seasons, within the quietening nights with little stars. jiang cheng too has not stopped searching, though he would wonder if he knows— that the wei wuxian before him has not changed at all.

not really. at the core, he is himself. at the core, they all are. older in many ways, wiser in some. more foolish, lan wangji thinks too. kinder, perhaps. and in many ways, he knows, they are more cautious and more closed.

and still, wei wuxian cares for him. and still, no matter what he justifies— ]

Jiang Wanyin.

[ the text is not a text at all, thereafter. it is a code. a mental flag, of his location. but it is a longer while, a longer time, before there is movement again.

be— ]

well. [ be well.

we— i am moving. you ] must be careful.