Dealing with heartbreak, poorly
Oct. 14th, 2020 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alongfallfromgraceWei Ying knows, knows, that he has no right to be upset. It wasn't even remotely Lan Zhan's fault that Wei Ying's heart is the trampled mess that it is. He should have dealt with this crush a long time ago, but he figured there was no harm in it, that he was allowed to look all he wanted. It was safe - Lan Zhan would one day find some woman worthy of him, and Wei Ying just hoped that one day their kids would be told stories about a silly young man from Yunmeng who tried to sneak wine into the Cloud Recesses.
But it turns out Lan Zhan isn't looking for a young woman.
And the ache of being so close to what he could have if the world was different is like a knife through his heart.
So once Wei Ying got over the initial shock of it, he gathered himself up, and heads down the stairs.
And stops.
He really doesn't want to go back to the Burial Mounds tonight, to poor food and minimal comfort and people who are grateful, and friendly, but are always just a tiny bit wary of the man who had become something of a monster the Wens feared during the war. He doesn't want to go back to the whispering shadows which will simply have a field day over this. He doesn't want to face Wen Qing's knowing eyes.
So he doesn't.
He turns right back around, collects two jars of wine (Yunmeng's, not Emperor's Smile, that's... too much, too soon), and parks himself as close to the fireplace as he can manage without being actually in it. He's going to be warm, and he's going to be drunk, and that will be... better.
Right?
But it turns out Lan Zhan isn't looking for a young woman.
And the ache of being so close to what he could have if the world was different is like a knife through his heart.
So once Wei Ying got over the initial shock of it, he gathered himself up, and heads down the stairs.
And stops.
He really doesn't want to go back to the Burial Mounds tonight, to poor food and minimal comfort and people who are grateful, and friendly, but are always just a tiny bit wary of the man who had become something of a monster the Wens feared during the war. He doesn't want to go back to the whispering shadows which will simply have a field day over this. He doesn't want to face Wen Qing's knowing eyes.
So he doesn't.
He turns right back around, collects two jars of wine (Yunmeng's, not Emperor's Smile, that's... too much, too soon), and parks himself as close to the fireplace as he can manage without being actually in it. He's going to be warm, and he's going to be drunk, and that will be... better.
Right?
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Date: 2020-10-16 03:42 am (UTC)He asks first for paper and pen, and then makes some notes. A generael list of requirements, thinks they're going to need. Then he passes it to bar. Then he writes another item, and asks bar to take care of it. It's just a note for for Wen Ning and Lan Zhan (or who he terms as Wei Wuxian's pretty friend.)
Once bar produces a gig bag for Wei Ying and what looks like a fashionable necklace.
"That's your translator, you'll hear and translate to whoever's listening in the local language of French," Zenigata says with a smile. "But stick with me, okay? There's... going to be a lot to take in."
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Date: 2020-10-16 03:57 am (UTC)"Should I change here?" He asks, though he cannot see a good place to change, other than maybe getting a room upstairs again.
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Date: 2020-10-16 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-16 04:13 am (UTC)She provides a piece of paper when he reaches out, and the ink and quill he is most used to.
Wen Ning, Wen Qing -
Gone to see Wa.
I'll be back soon.
Wei Wuxian
He then proceeds to draw a cute cat face under his name. Wen Ning might get a kick out of it, and Wen Qing can roll her eyes about it to her heart's content (he knows she likes it).
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Date: 2020-10-16 04:15 am (UTC)"Come to Lyon, France, then!" he says with a big grin, and waits for Wei Ying to follow him onward.