the miles are way too long

[saviorexe]

WHO: Markus, Ardyn, V & various
WHERE: All around.
WHEN: The first half of IC November.
WHAT: This is basically a catch-all log for my characters.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: None, will add if any crop up.

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[wangxian]

[ he had caught glimpses of markus in the days prior, had heard of the casual exchanges of assistance. for, like him, lan wangji had assistance from the same source. shoulder to shoulder, comments and suggestions traded (less on his part), details added where they were sketched out (more from lan wangji), he'd too heard of markus's participation. and even if it had taken time to get it to witness his creation, he had. and in that way too, he had learned a little more about him. ]

Mn, [ he hums. it is a confirmation, as much as it is an acceptance without accepting. modesty within his sect is stressed. and yet, the praise is balanced just as most is. it is politely held, in the downward flit of lashes, the inclination of his head in degrees both sure and absent. his mouth does not bow like markus's, but there is something in the light of his eyes that seems a touch warmer than before. ]

As is yours, [ he says, words neat and even and to the point. and yet, the recognition is in more the subtleties than it is upon the tongue. in most things, lan wangji is serious. and more so, in all things he is honest. so, even if he cannot say that his adjustment to new amsterdam has been peaceable, he can speak around it. he need not give what is not asked. ] I heard some about it.

[ but, he pauses. he pauses, as if thinking of how to phrase the next part. it is not long, though long enough to notice. ] Adjustment is constant. [ that's true. but, the impression is more that he means overall. learning never ceases. ] Still, our living here and its experiences are less new.

[ that's one way to put it. for himself, there are still many curious things. but, that's what late night reading sessions have been for. ]

[saviorexe]

Less new, yes. [Time does that, dulls the edges of life with familiarity. He offers a narrower scope of detail, of clarification:] Less raw, too.

[And even if that's true in a small way, it's enough for Markus to take comfort in the other's adjustment. Slow and slight, some is better than none. The very act of participation in an art contest means something, actions spoken more loudly than gentle assurances.]

New Amsterdam is more inviting than New Tokyo, at least. No mounds of snow, but less excuses to go brewing a cup of coffee.

[Markus speaks it with light behind his eyes, stepping forward to close any wayward space between them. His eyes wander back to the art piece in question.] And we couldn't do this either.