[ His posture doesn't falter as he wraps an arm around his little brother's shoulders, giving him his outer robe to hold onto if he wants something to grip. He keeps him there, as he did when they were boys and Wangji tired faster, and though he keeps his breathing regulated so as not to alarm him, Xichen's eyes burn with heat that stings. It must be those undead lords doing this, bringing Wangji so low as to forget his home. All that talk of beacons to transport them: transport them where? Further from home to fight a war not theirs? He turns his chin to rest on Wangji's hair, acceptance and reassurance in every move and breath that is Xichen's to give as he works the lump from his throat in order to reply. ]
There are many rabbits. You found and released them; Wei Wuxian likes them a great deal.
[ Perhaps some other hook to those memories will help. Perhaps. ]
i was lured here solely to be hurt
There are many rabbits. You found and released them; Wei Wuxian likes them a great deal.
[ Perhaps some other hook to those memories will help. Perhaps. ]