His eyes glance past the elder Twin Jade, clocking where the shifting mass of death energies and their shambling or jerkily coordinated singularities still moved as if part of a greater, hungrier mass of want. These dead are different and similar to others before, less perceptive in ways, and that's easier to think on than other things, but he relaxes his shoulders, shifts his gaze back to Lan Xichen. They have moments where doors hold steady and no screams stir through the night, only the feral sounds of the dead and the banging of bodies against wooden structures, splashes through watery shallows.
He spoke of you. Feeding his assumption about what Lan Zhan shared, and that's irrelevant to anyone outside of his head as it comes. He smiles, instead, offering a half shrug and what might have been a wink, "Only complimentary things, I'm sure!"
With a shift of expression, more serious, he adds, "He's struggled. Formed his own bonds here, navigated his own paths. He's missed you, deeply." For a man who has his own complications in brotherly affection, who has moments where he and Jiang Cheng almost feel in step, in tune, and more often where they do not, but well aware they both care with intensity, he knows missing. He speaks of it now for the same reason he felt Lan Xichen, Zewu-jun, had spoken to him where Lan Zhan had not; communication the horse they continue to tame together, tempted with sweets, then darting off again in fine fettle and silent regard, hooves flashing and dangerous.
"We're all only what we make of ourselves from blank paper in this world." Not an experience either of the Twin Jades could understand on their own world, formed and labeled and molded from birth by their clan in ways that Wei Wuxian, adopted orphan, despised and loved unequally, was not. "He hasn't looked away."
Not from that challenge, and not from the confrontation with self. Yet to be known, to be known to his core, is helped further by one who had been part of his raising, and not part of what stokes fire and impulse and everything else grasping in Lan Zhan's hands. Wei Wuxian knows this. He suspects Zewu-jun does as well.
Clapping his hands together, he smiles again, as if the serious nature of what he'd said need only flow with the course of conversation onward.
"When do you arrive from, ge?" Ge it is, with a twinkling of mischief in his eyes as the oddity of it trips across his tongue.
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He spoke of you. Feeding his assumption about what Lan Zhan shared, and that's irrelevant to anyone outside of his head as it comes. He smiles, instead, offering a half shrug and what might have been a wink, "Only complimentary things, I'm sure!"
With a shift of expression, more serious, he adds, "He's struggled. Formed his own bonds here, navigated his own paths. He's missed you, deeply." For a man who has his own complications in brotherly affection, who has moments where he and Jiang Cheng almost feel in step, in tune, and more often where they do not, but well aware they both care with intensity, he knows missing. He speaks of it now for the same reason he felt Lan Xichen, Zewu-jun, had spoken to him where Lan Zhan had not; communication the horse they continue to tame together, tempted with sweets, then darting off again in fine fettle and silent regard, hooves flashing and dangerous.
"We're all only what we make of ourselves from blank paper in this world." Not an experience either of the Twin Jades could understand on their own world, formed and labeled and molded from birth by their clan in ways that Wei Wuxian, adopted orphan, despised and loved unequally, was not. "He hasn't looked away."
Not from that challenge, and not from the confrontation with self. Yet to be known, to be known to his core, is helped further by one who had been part of his raising, and not part of what stokes fire and impulse and everything else grasping in Lan Zhan's hands. Wei Wuxian knows this. He suspects Zewu-jun does as well.
Clapping his hands together, he smiles again, as if the serious nature of what he'd said need only flow with the course of conversation onward.
"When do you arrive from, ge?" Ge it is, with a twinkling of mischief in his eyes as the oddity of it trips across his tongue.