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[alongfallfromgrace]

There is a rocky ledge overlooking the river in Cloud Recesses. Wei Ying was last here in a previous lifetime, before war barged into his life. He was last here with his brother and his friend, enjoying the sunshine, enjoying freedom from the library, secure in his victorious teasing of one Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying is there again, in a different body, in a world that is so different from that one of so many years ago. And now he his here alone, with only his mask and a bamboo flute for company. The sun is still shining, but it is cold, the winter lingering here in Cloud Recesses the way it doesn't in Lotus Pier.

When he first came back, he figured he'd have a bit of an adventure figuring out who this kid hated so much to sacrifice his own life over it. Somehow instead he's found a mess involving the evidently not-straight-forward death of Nie Mingue, the unfortunately long life of Xue Yang, and the death of Xiao Xingchen.

Honestly, Wei Ying barely knew Xiao Xingchen. He'd seen the man fight once, with an elegance he could never hope to match. He of course heard the man's reputation - who hadn't? But Xiao Xingchen was also that most elusive thing for him - a link back to his family. He always thought that sometime, somehow, he'd have a chance to meet with his marital uncle again - to talk about where he and Wei Ying's mother had come from and their mysterious leader, to see if Xiao Xingchen had any memories of Wei Ying's mother, to flesh out the very few he had left. He had thought, after meeting Jiang Cheng again, and the disaster that was, that at least there was that one place to turn for family in this world.

He doesn't regret leaving Xue Yang's death in Song Lan's hands. But he does wish he could have gotten in a little stabbing himself. It would have immensely assuaged his feelings.

Or so he thinks, anyway, as he watches the water tumble by and tries to make sense of his equally tumultuous feelings.

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[thesecondjade]

Here, Lan Zhan goes still, hands folded into his lap, his guqin long since banished to his sleeve. Suddenly, he is very attentive -- even more so than normal. Instead, he's more intense, a chord plucked tight between them and making the air hum.

There was pride, and then: there is pride.

"Lan Sizhui understood suffering at a young age and it has made him kind. Many of the young Lan look to him," he said, carefully laying out the words. He can't tell him too much, he has to be circumspect. But he wants to shout he is so much like you Wei Ying! with such intensity that holding it back makes his lungs feel too tight, like he can't get enough to fill them. "Perhaps you can forgive him his honest assessment of your congee."

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Wei Ying holds up his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I know! The poor things haven't had anything with actual flavor before, it was maybe a little warm for their tastes. But I really didn't make it that spicy, honest!" He protests, taking Lan Zhan's expression as defense of some innocent baby Lans who, in retrospect, probably didn't appreciate a nice properly-spiced congee.

"Besides, it worked, didn't it? Not one lost to corpse poisoning, I'd like to point out!"

[thesecondjade]

"Mn," Lan Zhan says, only semi-mollified. "Unsure of congee's part in survival. Still, desired result was attained."

Which is good, because he would tear down the pillars of heaven if this murdering mess had harmed his children. Nothing would have stopped him. But for now, they seek the killer and master of Xue Yang with les rage but the same intent.

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"Bah, glutinous rice congee is a well-known folk remedy for corpse poisoning. It is good for them to learn techniques that don't require a lot of spiritual power." Wei Ying protests, ignoring the fact that the last time he sat here, he would have been shocked to hear himself say such things. He'd been just as happy to make splashy shows of his spiritual power, so sure of its supply.

[thesecondjade]

Lan Zhan does not ignore it; he lifts his brows a moment, just waiting for elaboration.

Yes, please continue telling him about your conservative cultivator, Wei Ying. This will be very educational for all involved.

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"What? It is true!" Wei Ying retorts, reaching over to prod at Lan Zhan's knee. "Not everyone in this world will be as strong as Hanguang-Jun. This poor fellow, for example."

He waves a hand at himself, at the body he's somehow come to have control over.

"Just think if someone had told Mo Xuanyu that there were ways to move through the world without needing to live up to the Jin's ideas of a strong cultivator? That he could have done some good? He could be off having adventures right now, without his foul family."

Never mind it was Mo Xuanyu's despair that brought Wei Ying back into the world.

[thesecondjade]

Wei Ying is here, and for that Lan Zhan is grateful.

Mo Xuanyu is gone, sundering his soul in his grief. For that, Lan Zhan is saddened. Not so saddened, however, that it overshadows his joy in Wei Ying's presence.

Forgive me for loving him more than I can muster sorrow over your pain, Mo Xuanyu.

"Perhaps. But we must see to the things he could not," Lan Zhan says, instead of dwelling. "The conference is still our best bet. For now, resting and planning should be our focus."

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"Does anyone have a map of Koi Tower? I doubt Jin Guangyao will be so kind as to leave a copy of his clan's nefarious plans just lying about the common areas of the conference." Wei Ying points out wryly, back to twirling his flute as he thinks. "I'll have to think of some way to explore without catching attention - Mo Xuanyu was a Jin for a while, maybe that can be of help."

[thesecondjade]

"Mn," Lan Zhan says, thinking on the Koi Tower for a moment. There was one that surely knew his way around, especially into places that Jin Guangyao would feel safe with him seeing... and places he probably shouldn't be going at atll. But he'll have to carefully dance around that subject with his brother later.

"I will look for solutions," he finally says.

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"Good - I'll see if I can make up some talismans - maybe something for invisibility? It would have to be related to ones for wind control, I think, or... light? Hmm." Absent-mindedly he scratches his nose as he contemplates this new project.

[thesecondjade]

For a moment, there's just stillness and quiet as Lan Zhan admires Wei Ying's clever mind at work. He's so sharp, so quick witted, already chasing a solution. He's been back only for weeks and they already fell back into a good pattern of partnership.

It makes him ache. Even if Wei Ying could not reflect his feelings, could not return them at all, he would have been happy to have moments like this, even if he had to wade through hip-deep with Wei children to get them and bow to some wife or another. The time that was taken from them -- it just isn't fair.

But, he reminds himself: it brought him Lan Sizhui, and he loves his son very much. He is so proud of the man he's grown into.

He just hopes Wei Ying will be, too.

[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Ying, oblivious to the idea that he has anything to look forward to after all of this except one less wound on his body and an abrupt end to his new-life-task-list, finally realizes that theorizing is well and good but it's testing that'll get him into the secrets of the Lanling Jin.

"Eeeh, no use speculating when I could be trying, right Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying huffs a laugh at himself as he rolls up onto his feet. "I'm going to head back, try out some of these ideas, okay? I promise, nothing that explodes, your house is safe." He swears, with a three-fingered salute. "Maybe I'll be able to figure out something that works."

[thesecondjade]

Watching him rise in silence, Lan Zhan considers asking for more. More time, more regard, more -- just more. But beyond the question sealed up behind his tongue and teeth, beyond the tension of his fingers on the strings of his guqin, it is an invisible desire that hangs over him. He does not give it a voice or a moment on his face.

"Mn," he replies, watching Wei Ying with his usual intensity. "Report back, we can strategize further."