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alongfallfromgraceWei Ying was so thankful to be found, to be part of a family, no matter how bewildering the rules. He was told he should work hard, to pay back the kindness that was given him, to know his place within the clan and be happy for it. And he was.
Wei Wuxian was stumbling from one moment to another, the last orders from the sect leader and his wife ringing in his ears. He had to protect his shidi and shijie, with his life if necessary. He had to. The were all that was left. They were all he had. He tried, with everything he had, though it was a grim, tattered sort of success. He could fix this - he was clever enough, and skilled enough, and desperate enough. So he did.
Wei Wuxian was dropped into hell, and he's never entirely sure if he's managed to claw his way out again. But he was so thankful, that his shidi welcomed him home, that the sect leaders still allowed him to fight even though it was glaringly obvious he was no longer... right. But they didn't care - he was a weapon that came easily to their hand. What did it matter that he wouldn't see the end of this war? They told him to end it... so he did.
The Yiling Patriarch could do little more than lounge some days, the ache of a multitude of injuries held together by resentment and pride and sheer bone-headed stubbornness enough to flatten him. But somehow he still cut a fearsome figure in the cultivation world, capable of levelling mountains if he so wished. He didn't wish. He wished to hide in a quiet corner of the world and ensure a little peace for folk who had theirs stripped away. In return, the cultivation world destroyed everything he loved and demanded to be shown what sort of villain he was.
So he did.
Over a decade later, the cultivation world is again in turmoil but he has no active part in it. No one is looking for him, no one has claimed him. He can be his own man now, he is told. Do what he wants. Be free.
He doesn't know how. He was born with a desire to aid, to meddle, to tinker. Lazy afternoons are only gratifying if there is work to safely ignore. But he is set on his path, so he goes with a smile and his chin held high, radiating confidence as he goes adrift. He is not told to stay.
So he goes.
Wei Wuxian was stumbling from one moment to another, the last orders from the sect leader and his wife ringing in his ears. He had to protect his shidi and shijie, with his life if necessary. He had to. The were all that was left. They were all he had. He tried, with everything he had, though it was a grim, tattered sort of success. He could fix this - he was clever enough, and skilled enough, and desperate enough. So he did.
Wei Wuxian was dropped into hell, and he's never entirely sure if he's managed to claw his way out again. But he was so thankful, that his shidi welcomed him home, that the sect leaders still allowed him to fight even though it was glaringly obvious he was no longer... right. But they didn't care - he was a weapon that came easily to their hand. What did it matter that he wouldn't see the end of this war? They told him to end it... so he did.
The Yiling Patriarch could do little more than lounge some days, the ache of a multitude of injuries held together by resentment and pride and sheer bone-headed stubbornness enough to flatten him. But somehow he still cut a fearsome figure in the cultivation world, capable of levelling mountains if he so wished. He didn't wish. He wished to hide in a quiet corner of the world and ensure a little peace for folk who had theirs stripped away. In return, the cultivation world destroyed everything he loved and demanded to be shown what sort of villain he was.
So he did.
Over a decade later, the cultivation world is again in turmoil but he has no active part in it. No one is looking for him, no one has claimed him. He can be his own man now, he is told. Do what he wants. Be free.
He doesn't know how. He was born with a desire to aid, to meddle, to tinker. Lazy afternoons are only gratifying if there is work to safely ignore. But he is set on his path, so he goes with a smile and his chin held high, radiating confidence as he goes adrift. He is not told to stay.
So he goes.
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Date: 2023-03-08 04:43 pm (UTC)