You know, I have often lamented there wasn't a carving of my Ah-Xu out there for me to look at whenever I felt like it, but of course the bastard would have it out for my blood.
( He hopes, that back home, Zhou Zishu is feeling some repulsed little shiver at the idea Wen Kexing is thinking of him fondly. That is, if he isn't cursing his absense and the prospect of a lonely motherhood raising Chengling all by his himself. Or maybe, and more likely, he's worried. Wen Kexing has been a burr in his side from day one, he wouldn't actively choose to leave him behind. Once upon a time, the idea of that stoic man all caught up in concern would have appealed, but now it makes him a little sick with guilt.
He wants to go back, even if he has made a mess of things.
But, there is still a task at hand, Wen Kexing keeps his eyes downcast. his shoulders rounded at the sudden mizzle of rain. He doesn't look back to the group of statues, he's learnt his lesson, instead he slips after Wei Wuxian quietly, brushing aside the foliage. ) "Not so bad", he says, like the weather alone isn't terrible. ( Which is on Wen Kexing, but whatever.
Voice not quite a whisper, but still hushed in case he's overheard. ) Aren't the death lords who we're working for? ( Or undead, but it's been a long day. ) That's what I was led to believe, anyway.
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( He hopes, that back home, Zhou Zishu is feeling some repulsed little shiver at the idea Wen Kexing is thinking of him fondly. That is, if he isn't cursing his absense and the prospect of a lonely motherhood raising Chengling all by his himself. Or maybe, and more likely, he's worried. Wen Kexing has been a burr in his side from day one, he wouldn't actively choose to leave him behind. Once upon a time, the idea of that stoic man all caught up in concern would have appealed, but now it makes him a little sick with guilt.
He wants to go back, even if he has made a mess of things.
But, there is still a task at hand, Wen Kexing keeps his eyes downcast. his shoulders rounded at the sudden mizzle of rain. He doesn't look back to the group of statues, he's learnt his lesson, instead he slips after Wei Wuxian quietly, brushing aside the foliage. ) "Not so bad", he says, like the weather alone isn't terrible. ( Which is on Wen Kexing, but whatever.
Voice not quite a whisper, but still hushed in case he's overheard. ) Aren't the death lords who we're working for? ( Or undead, but it's been a long day. ) That's what I was led to believe, anyway.