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    Wangji shuts his eyes and rocks A-Yuan and thinks about Wei Ying, Wei Ying. The sound of his laugh; the rage in his eyes at any cruelty, no matter how small. Water running down his face, mixed with tears and mud in the rain. The smell of his sweat and his combing-oil when he stood too close in the cold spring. His face when he’d said, I’ll carry you, too many years ago. If there is anything left of him, Wangji will still love it. It’s not even a question.

    When he opens his eyes all the candles in the room sputter at once, and go out.

    And then they come back again, as easily as they were extinguished. Wangji looks up, to find a tall shadow in the doorway.

    Wangji is not afraid.

    “Wei Ying,” he says. “Come in.”

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    19 Jun 2021

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    In his first life he’d been covered in scars. Skinned knees and split knuckles and nicks from his own sword, whoops, not to mention gruesome shiny ripples that had been dog teeth in his calf, and gouges across his left collarbone and thin lines from swords and knives and that one arrow from a wrestling match at one of the Meishan Yu cousin weddings when he’d accused somebody of cheating at archery, the Wen brand, and the short, thick, ugly worm of a scar straight down his center where he watched his core leave him.

    Wei Wuxian’s body had been a topography of scars. This body—this new body, the physical form that had been Mo Xuanyu’s and through a twist of really strong terrible magic was his now—only had six scars. Four from the curse. One from Jin Ling. Now this one, this stupid little scar, because he tripped into a pile of scythes.

     

    Wei Wuxian leaves Gusu and Lan Zhan, but alone out in the world without a mission, without a mystery to solve, he doesn't know what his purpose is anymore--and he needs one. So while he tries to find it, he starts recreating his old scars. Because he's good at making healthy choices.

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    08 Jun 2021

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    After attending the royal wedding of the Prince Touya of Clow Country and his Priest Yukito, Kurogane blunders his way into an enlightening conversation with Fai.

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    23 Apr 2021

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    “What did you dream about?” Fai asks directly, his voice low and dangerous. Kurogane watches his lips form the words, with barely focused eyes; he can taste the liquor on his breath, and he thinks he might get drunk on that alone.

    Kurogane lifts his gaze purposefully back up to meet Fai’s.

    “You,” he whispers.

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    21 Apr 2021

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    “It’s okay that you miss him,” said Lan Wangji, a familiar litany to them both by now. “Do you feel sad?”

    “I feel sad,” A-Yuan repeated, shoulders hitching with tiny hiccuping sniffs. “When is he coming back?”

    “I don’t know. I am not sure where he is.”

    But this seemed to frustrate A-Yuan. “Xian-gege! I miss him! Please, baba?” He looked up at him with wet cheeks and a wide, quivering frown. “Please baba can you ask him? I really miss him!” He sobbed again, heartbreakingly.

    It stabbed straight through him, cracking open the reservoir of loss and helplessness that was all his own. His child’s grief did that, sometimes. It always took him by surprise. He caught his breath sharply and gathered A-Yuan into his arms, holding him tight until the pain ebbed.

    “I will try,” he said softly into A-Yuan’s hair, when he could speak again. He never made uncertain promises and tried not even to raise uncertain hopes, but his son was hurting. His son believed he could make it better. He couldn’t not try.

    Wen Qing might at least know who this “Xian-gege” was. He would text her in the morning. It would be a start.

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