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[consignation]

jiang wanyin

missives | encounters

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un: absterge | post-unwinding

[downswing]

( When one's shared charge has been put through the emotional grinder, one learns to delegate responsibilities. )

Your brother thirsts.

un:sect leader jiang

[consignation]

Yes, and?

[ tell him something he doesn't know. ]

[downswing]

Mournfully.

[consignation]

I didn't realize your marriage bed was that tragic.

1/2

[downswing]

( .............................. )

2/3

[downswing]

( At least he has one. )

[downswing]

Your brother requires care. Lend it.

[consignation]

Pretty sure you're supposed to be in charge of his thirsts.

[downswing]

( GUANYIN ABOVE, YAN WANG BELOW. )


Apologies. Allow me to ready a cushion.

So that we may tumble this conversation from my marriage bed.

[consignation]

Now I'm invited to the marriage bed? Does Wei Wuxian know?

[downswing]

Wei Wuxian grieves a dead thing he cannot save.

[consignation]

[ thank god this is over text so that he can pretend to maintain the appropriate sobriety for the situation. ]

I didn't realize things were so dire so soon.

I will light an incense for your Lan... marital assets upon the Jiang ancestral altar. May they pass in peace.

[downswing]

May Wei Wuxian not also grieve a dead brother he cannot salvage.

[consignation]

What a way to repay my respects.

Are you going to try to be any more descriptive of the situation yet? Because I'm running out of penis jokes.

1/2

[downswing]

( Too much length of talk and girth of indignation, eh, Jiang Wanyin? )

[downswing]

The mount-dragon he believed to breathe proved undead.

It startles him. Necromancy past his control.

[consignation]

[ fucking finally. legends tell of men who have died waiting for lan wangji to get to the goddamned point. ]

So you're asking me to get him drunk about it?

[downswing]

I ask you to love your brother.

[consignation]

[ he's tattling again. ]

[downswing]

( Motherfu — )