romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell (open)

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WHO: Lily Evans & You if you like, along with some planned closed prompts
WHEN: After the dust settles.
WHERE: Both in and outside of Taravast.
WHAT: Smuggling Attaryl bodies and giving them proper graves.
WARNINGS: Mentions of death and dead bodies, will add more as needed.



Prompts in comments. I'm very here to begin some new threads feel free to reach out via pm or on the discord server if you'd like to do something.

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"You're exactly where you ought to be for the next six hours or better after taking it, but it's a tricky one to make." Turning so that she can see one of the now occupied boxes, its contents shielded by its open lid Lily began the work of sealing the improvised coffins closed before reducing them in size until they were small enough to be picked up and placed carefully in her bag.

"Grumble on then Grandfather Wei Wuxian, even in the lousiest of surroundings your complaints are a welcome sound. But, why Xie Lian?" She supposed from what she knew of the man, he had gotten himself into a few scrapes; those god-awful dumplings, and then deciding to stay outside in the street - and didn't Xue Yang call him a hussy once across the piazza? Their group's early days in Taravast might as well have been a million years ago though.

She had sealed up the last coffin there was when he spoke up from behind her. Lily smiled sadly and set her bag down on the floor so that she could dig through it properly, disappearing up to chest as she rummaged carefully past tiny, neatly arranged boxes.

Straightening as she found an empty one she set it on the ground beside her, enlarging it so that it could be useful. "Xiao Lily?"

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"... That sounds like it could be fun and also terrible, depending on where that exactly ought to be is, I imagine."

By now, with a world that does have sewers, he was imagining showing up in one because it was where they ought to be, and all the problems inherent to that idea. The festering, sense-stealing problems.

He waited for the box, answering her question idly: "Xie Lian has the worst luck I've ever seen, and I say that as someone who's run into his own share of bad luck."

His arms labour to lift the last of the dead, carrying them to the box once it reached full size. For a moment, he doesn't parse what she asked. Xiao Lily? Yet that was part of it, hadn't it been, with the charms and wards or whatever it was called, as his mind slips away from the proper word (thrall), their language bridging.

"Ah, an endearment. Xiao Lily would mean... Little? Little Lily." To think of it not as a name or a call but as a concept, of small things, and speak it with intent to hope it would come across properly. "Does that make any more sense?"

A grunt, then a huff as the body was laid to rest, and the lid closes after, Wei Wuxian longing for the bath he tries to find no guilt in having ready, cold or otherwise, by days end. The fragile sense of collectiveness the people here have now in the wake of a death, a coup, and the murders that had been part of the process did not lend to anyone having easy lives.

But he'd take his baths, and damn anything that decried that, because he was also going to not let any further bears interrupt the process, thank you.

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Hastily returning to her work so that she doesn't have to pay that close attention to the sounds that come with getting a body into a box, Lily tried to focus instead on the work of moving the smaller boxes into her bag. It was equally morbid work, even with them shrunk down, but thankfully it was less laborious, and she didn't have to come in direct contact with the dead. She didn't know how Wei Wuxian managed.

"Little Lily," a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth despite her surroundings. "It makes sense, yes. What would I call you?" She was tempted to ask after the name she's only heard Wangji call him, rather curious as to the reason behind it, but she refrained, as always. He didn't pry into her relationship, and she granted him the same courtesy.

With the last box put away, Lily stood closing her bag and concealing it inside her clothing. "Is there anything we need to do for them here?"