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consignation) wrote2019-12-14 12:01 pm
consignation) wrote2019-12-14 12:01 pm
Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian's been upset. Have you two figured it out yet?
[ Please, Wangji. He hates being part of your martial spats. ]
[ Please, Wangji. He hates being part of your martial spats. ]
WHAT ARE YOU CLEANING WE DON'T EVEN OWN ANYTHING???
What is it now? [ jiang cheng sighs this in irritation, figuring something's gone and made wei wuxian depressed again. probably lan wangji. to his credit, in spite of his harsh tone he does automatically put his arms around wei wuxian in return as asked. he even strokes his brother's back a little. ]
[late at night. a sound, a scrape of an opening door. wei wuxian's weight, dipping the mattress. warmth follows; arms wrapped tight around jiang cheng's middle.
a small pained sound.
wetness soaking on jiang cheng's collar.
wei wuxian cries on his brother's shoulder, in lieu of sleeping.]
a small pained sound.
wetness soaking on jiang cheng's collar.
wei wuxian cries on his brother's shoulder, in lieu of sleeping.]
[ jiang cheng stirs to sounds of grief, cold damp rousing him to sharp awareness. wei wuxian takes but a moment to identify, even shrouded by dark and sleep-haze. brow furrowed, his arm slips around wei wuxian's middle, contrast to all the nights he never could in yiling. he remembers well lying awake, too beset with his own grief to be of any use at all. but now is not then, and jiang cheng's heart—and all the love therein—holds wei wuxian alone in its sights.
there is no one else here, no family, no friends. only them, only this.
jiang cheng finds it's all he needs.
he pulls his brother closer, sighing out his breath. ]
...at this rate I'm just going to have to kill him, [ he murmurs low, for who else could hurt wei wuxian in this way? ]
there is no one else here, no family, no friends. only them, only this.
jiang cheng finds it's all he needs.
he pulls his brother closer, sighing out his breath. ]
...at this rate I'm just going to have to kill him, [ he murmurs low, for who else could hurt wei wuxian in this way? ]
when? why?? how many people are you going to make a-jie cook for?
( ooc: Oh heeeeeeello, Jiang Cheng. Well, heeeeeeeeeeellooooooo, Jiang Cheng.
This is Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng.
It's so nice to have you uuuuuuunderfoooooooot where you. Belong.
You're looking rabid, Jiang Cheng. Lan Wangji can tell, Jiang Cheng.
You're still corpse-glowin', you're still crowin', you're still backhandin' strong
Feel that room swayin', while the guqin's playin'
One of your old favourite songs from way back when
So, take Wanyin's wrap, fellas, find hind him an empty ditch to throw a bro in, fellas
Jiang Cheng won't never ever go awaaaaaaaaaaaay agaaaaaaaaaaaain...! )
Jiang Wanyin. Another moment.
This is Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng.
It's so nice to have you uuuuuuunderfoooooooot where you. Belong.
You're looking rabid, Jiang Cheng. Lan Wangji can tell, Jiang Cheng.
You're still corpse-glowin', you're still crowin', you're still backhandin' strong
Feel that room swayin', while the guqin's playin'
One of your old favourite songs from way back when
So, take Wanyin's wrap, fellas, find hind him an empty ditch to throw a bro in, fellas
Jiang Cheng won't never ever go awaaaaaaaaaaaay agaaaaaaaaaaaain...! )
Jiang Wanyin. Another moment.
Edited 2020-01-13 00:18 (UTC)
[ STOP SINGING AND FUCK MY BROTHER LIKE A MAN ]
You again. What have you done to him now?
You again. What have you done to him now?
Whether or not he's my nephew depends entirely on what you're about to say.
what do you know about octopus?
[this. this is what he's typed and retyped for the better part of an hour before finally sending.]
[this. this is what he's typed and retyped for the better part of an hour before finally sending.]
Which member of your family are we calling octopus?
[ you know... like peacock... ]
[ you know... like peacock... ]
( living close to each other has its perks — wen qing visits as often as she's invited, making a habit of spending date time with jiang cheng once she's more settled in her own space. on a particular day she brings the gift of a new tea set to the yunmeng jiang brothers' household, helping herself to steep the tea, offering wei wuxian a cup if he's around. it's only been a slight change, but lately wen qing has noticed jiang cheng's attention ... elsewhere, but also not, like something sits on the tip of his tongue ready to bite, and yet he withholds himself.
wen qing's patience runs dry today, it seems. they're sitting across from each other as they drink their tea — but wen qing sets her cup down with a clack of finality, and scoots in to sit against him, gaze equal parts imploring and demanding. )
What's bothering you?
wen qing's patience runs dry today, it seems. they're sitting across from each other as they drink their tea — but wen qing sets her cup down with a clack of finality, and scoots in to sit against him, gaze equal parts imploring and demanding. )
What's bothering you?
[ The sound of teacup striking table causes Jiang Cheng to jolt, to start and sit at attention, eyes wide in the way of a boy who's grown up to being savaged at the dinner table without cause or warning. Sensing displeasure in Wen Qing, his body language tenses further still, scanning her body language for signs of the source of her irritation even as he keeps his head low so as not to make any more missteps.
She's not his mother, but she means just as much to him and offering her this deference is all the love he knows. ]
I... I don't, um. ...have I appeared very bothered, Lady Wen...?
She's not his mother, but she means just as much to him and offering her this deference is all the love he knows. ]
I... I don't, um. ...have I appeared very bothered, Lady Wen...?
WHAT IS HE DOING
WHY IS HE ASKING ABOUT MY CHROMA ON THE NETWORK
WHY AREN'T YOU STOPPING HIM????????
[ h e l p ]
WHY IS HE ASKING ABOUT MY CHROMA ON THE NETWORK
WHY AREN'T YOU STOPPING HIM????????
[ h e l p ]
stubbornly text, mostly because he's been crying and you don't need to see that thanks
inheritedpain
- 2020-02-17 03:26 (UTC) - ExpandI wish to express my apologies for my behavior earlier. It was unbecoming of me, as a sect leader and a man, and the one with whom you raise a child with, in your future. As parents we should be a unified force for Jin Ling’s sake.
But also, i realize your pain is still very fresh. And, regardless of that, it was not something I should have brought up against you. I will not make excuses, for there are none that could make my outburst acceptable.
I will not ask for you to forgive me either, but I hope we can continue to get along in the future.
But also, i realize your pain is still very fresh. And, regardless of that, it was not something I should have brought up against you. I will not make excuses, for there are none that could make my outburst acceptable.
I will not ask for you to forgive me either, but I hope we can continue to get along in the future.
[ 'as parents' sounds so weird, it makes jiang cheng scrunch his face up as he tries to parse what about it makes him feel so weird.
like they're some kind of married couple, probably. jin ling's mom and dad.
he definitely calls being jin ling's dad. ]
There's nothing to forgive. I'm sure we both have things going on in our lives and simply caught each other in a moment of anger.
As Jin Ling's uncle, you are a part of my family as well. There are no conditions to that. Please consider Yunmeng Jiang as much your home as Lanling Jin.
like they're some kind of married couple, probably. jin ling's mom and dad.
he definitely calls being jin ling's dad. ]
There's nothing to forgive. I'm sure we both have things going on in our lives and simply caught each other in a moment of anger.
As Jin Ling's uncle, you are a part of my family as well. There are no conditions to that. Please consider Yunmeng Jiang as much your home as Lanling Jin.
if you don't tell me right now i'm going to find you and kick your ass i'm counting to three
[ please wei wuxian you're giving your brother anxiety ]
[ please wei wuxian you're giving your brother anxiety ]
what did he do now
what did you do now
go bother jin guangyao i'm not anyone's relative today
what did you do now
go bother jin guangyao i'm not anyone's relative today
[ There comes a time in every man's life when he finds himself once more stranded on the steps of the sanctuary-home of the Yunmeng Jiang, and he must wonder which part of his mind or his liver or his drink failed him yet again to bring him there. The curse of perpetuity: each cycle, you wake to discover a great guilt that erodes the dark cockles of your heart and you are somehow propelled to pay respects at Jiang Wanyin's feet, as if he were an underworld judge of formidably terrible decisions.
And lo, here Lan Wangji is, repeating that turn of unfortunate events, armed with the recent history of Wei Wuxian's questionable life choices and a string of tightly wrapped bowls sto — borrowed from the array of dishes master Song Lan delivers unto them with sad understanding that the only survival the Lans are equipped to undertake is on the battlefield.
They are not helpless exactly, so much as inhumanly prone to failing every household task there ever was. Curse of the clan, failing of the blood. Do not pass the mop.
His back straight, cut of his eyes softened by understanding that he imposes without invitation, he knocks once at good Jiang Cheng's door. Twice. Again. Then, finally, when Jiang Cheng has presumably erred on the side of caution to sate his belly more than neglect it, and the gates open — Wangji raises his little stack of dinner, delivered in peace offering.
( Worth, some might say, a good rate of coin, with a modest fee for travel and another for the tax collector. ) ]
An incense stick's time.
[ Even Jiang Wanyin can take that time away from staring down puppies, loathing the world at large and terrorizing small children. ]
And lo, here Lan Wangji is, repeating that turn of unfortunate events, armed with the recent history of Wei Wuxian's questionable life choices and a string of tightly wrapped bowls sto — borrowed from the array of dishes master Song Lan delivers unto them with sad understanding that the only survival the Lans are equipped to undertake is on the battlefield.
They are not helpless exactly, so much as inhumanly prone to failing every household task there ever was. Curse of the clan, failing of the blood. Do not pass the mop.
His back straight, cut of his eyes softened by understanding that he imposes without invitation, he knocks once at good Jiang Cheng's door. Twice. Again. Then, finally, when Jiang Cheng has presumably erred on the side of caution to sate his belly more than neglect it, and the gates open — Wangji raises his little stack of dinner, delivered in peace offering.
( Worth, some might say, a good rate of coin, with a modest fee for travel and another for the tax collector. ) ]
An incense stick's time.
[ Even Jiang Wanyin can take that time away from staring down puppies, loathing the world at large and terrorizing small children. ]
[ The humble halls of new Yunmeng Jiang are quiet, as still as the aftermath of any other massacre, this time visited upon them by those of Gusu Lan. The walls, the shelves are all stripped bare, war spoils packed into cardboard war chests, waiting to be taken to new lands far from the ghosts of memory that pace the corridors of what, for a time, was home.
Of those Jiang Cheng expected to come calling in this time of change, Lan Wangji ranks last on the list. That he comes bearing gifts, with enough on his mind to ask for Jiang Cheng's time, rankles as much as it startles. How many words can Lan Wangji get out in the half hour asked? Likely not even enough to explain himself, his presence here, but still Jiang Cheng makes himself step aside.
He motions the man in, someone he should like to call a friend but cannot stop finding himself at odds with. A good and righteous son of Gusu Lan, a fox in the hen house of Yunmeng Jiang.
Leading them to the table, Jiang Cheng motions for Lan Wangji to settle himself however he likes, moving into the kitchen to put together tea. ]
And to what does Yunmeng Jiang owe this pleasure, Second Young Master Lan?
Of those Jiang Cheng expected to come calling in this time of change, Lan Wangji ranks last on the list. That he comes bearing gifts, with enough on his mind to ask for Jiang Cheng's time, rankles as much as it startles. How many words can Lan Wangji get out in the half hour asked? Likely not even enough to explain himself, his presence here, but still Jiang Cheng makes himself step aside.
He motions the man in, someone he should like to call a friend but cannot stop finding himself at odds with. A good and righteous son of Gusu Lan, a fox in the hen house of Yunmeng Jiang.
Leading them to the table, Jiang Cheng motions for Lan Wangji to settle himself however he likes, moving into the kitchen to put together tea. ]
And to what does Yunmeng Jiang owe this pleasure, Second Young Master Lan?
immediate response like not even time to put your phone down
consignation
2020-03-03 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
no
( jiang cheng's new home is spacious, at first a little too spacious and in need of some new furniture. settling takes awhile, and wen qing helps where she can — offerings housewarming gifts and to help move him in, and plenty of moonlacing to help afford his new abode. anyway. on a particular day when the other in habitants are off on their business, wen qing takes a break from his moving to make the pair of them tea.
it's over the tea that she blows steam from, that she rather casually and unprovoked says: )
I did ask Jin Ling's permission to marry you.
( quirking a brow, she takes a sip. )
He said yes. ( a wobbly shrug. ) In his terms.
( threatening her, a little like an angry puppy. very cute. from wherever she was sitting, she stands up, padding over to him with a hand tucked behind her back. bringing them forward, she presents him with a little cow. ta-dah. )
Would you accept my dowry?
it's over the tea that she blows steam from, that she rather casually and unprovoked says: )
I did ask Jin Ling's permission to marry you.
( quirking a brow, she takes a sip. )
He said yes. ( a wobbly shrug. ) In his terms.
( threatening her, a little like an angry puppy. very cute. from wherever she was sitting, she stands up, padding over to him with a hand tucked behind her back. bringing them forward, she presents him with a little cow. ta-dah. )
Would you accept my dowry?
[ For Jiang Cheng, several things happen at once. First, his attention perks at the mention of Jin Ling. He's usually in a good mood from having Wen Qing's presence alone, so his eyes simply brighten a little as he narrows in his focus on whatever is coming after the mention of his nephew.
Then he hears 'marry', and immediately takes a gulp of his tea instead of a sip. His burning, scalding hot tea, which causes a truly interesting wheeze-scream to issue from his lips. He only just barely keeps from spraying his mouthful of tea all over the table, eyes watering, and then—
Wen Qing is offering him a cow???
He's having a stroke.
He's about to drop dead, he's definitely having a stroke. ]
I—
[ His eyes are watering. Everything burns. Tea was a mistake. ]
...is this a joke?
Then he hears 'marry', and immediately takes a gulp of his tea instead of a sip. His burning, scalding hot tea, which causes a truly interesting wheeze-scream to issue from his lips. He only just barely keeps from spraying his mouthful of tea all over the table, eyes watering, and then—
Wen Qing is offering him a cow???
He's having a stroke.
He's about to drop dead, he's definitely having a stroke. ]
I—
[ His eyes are watering. Everything burns. Tea was a mistake. ]
...is this a joke?
[ Poor Jiang Cheng. So unsuspecting. Sitting there cultivating. Or reading. Or angrily scrolling through the network. Who knows. Jin Ling doesn't care. All Jin Ling cares about is that his uncle is in a seated position and that means he can just go and climb right onto his lap, cross his arms, and lean all his body weight against his Uncle's chest.
There. That's right. You aren't going fucking anywhere.
Grumpily: ]
We need to talk.
There. That's right. You aren't going fucking anywhere.
Grumpily: ]
We need to talk.
Edited 2020-03-17 14:06 (UTC)
[ Jin Ling showing up is a surprise. Jin Ling immediately depositing himself in Jiang Cheng's lap is even more unexpected still. He just finished up his flurry of texts to the Lans and was considering finding Wei Wuxian to throttle him in person, but now he's got his fully grown, seventeen year old nephew fully occupying his lap so he just sets his phone down with a slow blink. ]
A-Ling?
[ His arms loop around Jin Ling's waist because that's where they're most comfortable. They've done this a few times now, so he's beginning to form habits and muscle memory, leaning right back into Jin Ling's weight. ]
What's wrong? Did someone bully you?
A-Ling?
[ His arms loop around Jin Ling's waist because that's where they're most comfortable. They've done this a few times now, so he's beginning to form habits and muscle memory, leaning right back into Jin Ling's weight. ]
What's wrong? Did someone bully you?
[ and just like that, his blood pressure skyrockets. ]
Now you've just been spending too much time with Wei Wuxian.
Now you've just been spending too much time with Wei Wuxian.
[consider this a declaration of intent: wei wuxian, self-aware and appropriately versed in the comedies of shameless enticement, is inviting one and all (for some measure of all, as he is only one man with two hands) to take part in a little... experiment.]
as the snow thaws,
as new grass springs from the earth,
as the sun rises, warmer—
i offer my hand to hold,
without question,
without judgment.
-
a favor for a favor: a confidence, a deed, or a kiss. my ask: a child's toy for gusu lan's hanguang-jun, in honor of his fatherhood.
as the snow thaws,
as new grass springs from the earth,
as the sun rises, warmer—
i offer my hand to hold,
without question,
without judgment.
-
a favor for a favor: a confidence, a deed, or a kiss. my ask: a child's toy for gusu lan's hanguang-jun, in honor of his fatherhood.
[ Jin Ling looks like a mess when he goes back into the house, his eyes red and raw, his face similar. He doesn't call out for his uncle - doesn't want to see anyone else - just pads through the place trying to find him and stifling sobs at the same time.
When he finally opens Jiang Cheng's bedroom door, the sobs he's been holding break, and he rushes across the room to throw his arms around his uncle and weep into his chest. ]
When he finally opens Jiang Cheng's bedroom door, the sobs he's been holding break, and he rushes across the room to throw his arms around his uncle and weep into his chest. ]
[ These are the times Jiang Cheng thinks to himself that his nephew truly takes after him. He's lost count of the number of times he's found his nephew in tears, but then he's also sure Yanli felt much the same about her little brothers crying into her arms long after they were both grown.
With Yanli on his mind, and this being his sister's child, he sighs out his breath and tries to do what she would do, folding the boy carefully into his arms to hold close. ]
What's happened now, A-Ling? Who does jiujiu need to teach a lesson for you?
[ ...these are not the words Yanli would use, but Jiang Cheng speaks them gently nonetheless, stroking the boy's back, smoothing a hand over his hair. ]
With Yanli on his mind, and this being his sister's child, he sighs out his breath and tries to do what she would do, folding the boy carefully into his arms to hold close. ]
What's happened now, A-Ling? Who does jiujiu need to teach a lesson for you?
[ ...these are not the words Yanli would use, but Jiang Cheng speaks them gently nonetheless, stroking the boy's back, smoothing a hand over his hair. ]
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