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Jan. 17th, 2021 10:13 pmWei Ying wakes up.
It is still entirely unexpected. Even more unexpected to wake without his hands bound, on a comfortable bed, his head on a soft pillow, feeling clean and... safe?
Considering one of the last memories he can dredge up from the last time he was awake involved Jiang Cheng yelling and the lightning-sharp pain of Zidian, this is quite the accomplishment.
Some of that is explained when it suddenly clicks that the guqin music he can hear is a particular tune - one that he still doesn't know the name of.
It's... overwhelming. He's still so tired - thankfully not the soul-crushing exhaustion that chased him over a cliff, but a sort of grumbling fretting that there's still more things to do, even though he just did things. Though, thinking about it, he probably didn't just do anything other than sleep - he doesn't remember moving from Dafan Mountain to Gusu, and he's been still long enough that the sting from Zidian is now a distant ache. He's still reeling from accidentally horribly offending the only nephew he has, and nearly being killed by the only sibling he has. He has no doubt that nearly twice over now Jiang Cheng would have happily ended him. That's... that's something he's going to put aside for a moment. Because there's also the absolutely shattering sight of Wen Ning, still unburnt and fighting, to think about. He was told Wen Ning was dead.
Well of course Wen Ning is dead, he's been a fierce corpse for quite some time. But he's supposed to be so many ashes on the wind, unable to be buried, definitely never properly mourned, destroyed in the the Jin's quest for vengeance. Who else is alive? Wen Qing? Shijie?
(Blood, far too much blood, the light dying in her eyes, her lovely face going slack, held tight in Jiang Cheng's desperate embrace.)
Not shijie.
And then...
Then there's Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan... was he trying to stop him? Trying to stop this young cultivator who was going down a path proven to lead to disaster? Stopping him poorly, and then defending him, so... That's...
Odd?
Kind of sweet?
Weirdly... Sweetly... odd?
He musters up the wherewithal to turn his head to look, and is entirely unsurprised to see Lan Zhan behind the guqin, masterful as ever. The man is gorgeous, somehow even more beautiful after years, something Wei Ying would have declared impossible all of those years ago.
If a few tears have escaped because of how very much this all is... can anyone blame him?
Can anyone blame him if there's a pang of panic when he realizes that the object settled in his field of view is the mask he definitely remembers being firmly on his new face when he collapsed?
It is still entirely unexpected. Even more unexpected to wake without his hands bound, on a comfortable bed, his head on a soft pillow, feeling clean and... safe?
Considering one of the last memories he can dredge up from the last time he was awake involved Jiang Cheng yelling and the lightning-sharp pain of Zidian, this is quite the accomplishment.
Some of that is explained when it suddenly clicks that the guqin music he can hear is a particular tune - one that he still doesn't know the name of.
It's... overwhelming. He's still so tired - thankfully not the soul-crushing exhaustion that chased him over a cliff, but a sort of grumbling fretting that there's still more things to do, even though he just did things. Though, thinking about it, he probably didn't just do anything other than sleep - he doesn't remember moving from Dafan Mountain to Gusu, and he's been still long enough that the sting from Zidian is now a distant ache. He's still reeling from accidentally horribly offending the only nephew he has, and nearly being killed by the only sibling he has. He has no doubt that nearly twice over now Jiang Cheng would have happily ended him. That's... that's something he's going to put aside for a moment. Because there's also the absolutely shattering sight of Wen Ning, still unburnt and fighting, to think about. He was told Wen Ning was dead.
Well of course Wen Ning is dead, he's been a fierce corpse for quite some time. But he's supposed to be so many ashes on the wind, unable to be buried, definitely never properly mourned, destroyed in the the Jin's quest for vengeance. Who else is alive? Wen Qing? Shijie?
(Blood, far too much blood, the light dying in her eyes, her lovely face going slack, held tight in Jiang Cheng's desperate embrace.)
Not shijie.
And then...
Then there's Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan... was he trying to stop him? Trying to stop this young cultivator who was going down a path proven to lead to disaster? Stopping him poorly, and then defending him, so... That's...
Odd?
Kind of sweet?
Weirdly... Sweetly... odd?
He musters up the wherewithal to turn his head to look, and is entirely unsurprised to see Lan Zhan behind the guqin, masterful as ever. The man is gorgeous, somehow even more beautiful after years, something Wei Ying would have declared impossible all of those years ago.
If a few tears have escaped because of how very much this all is... can anyone blame him?
Can anyone blame him if there's a pang of panic when he realizes that the object settled in his field of view is the mask he definitely remembers being firmly on his new face when he collapsed?
