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[There's a lot that the two of them could talk about. A lot left unsaid, questions left unasked and unanswered. The weight of Wei Wuxian's life and death hang over them both like a shroud, but Huaisang had already made it clear that he has no interest in punishing him for his past.

And he's always been able to talk to Huaisang as a friend, about girls and porn and all the stupid things that mattered to them before the war. If Huaisang has no desire to live in the past, then Wei Wuxian sees no reason to treat him as anything but the friend he always was.

Also he just really needs to yell at someone who will understand why he's so thrilled.]

I discovered showers. Have you taken a shower? Nie-xiong, please take a shower, it's wonderful. They have some sort of piping system that filters water into the rooms at all times and the water is heated. I'm not sure how it works or where the water comes from but Nie-xiong, showers.

[There's an extremely harried knock on Huaisang's door sometime in the evening. When he opens it, he will find Wei Wuxian with an irritated expression on his face, holding up a talisman in his hand.}

Nie-xiong. [Why does he sound like that? Is that stress? Frustration? A desperate need to be told he's cool?]

Can you do this? [And then he slaps the talisman on his chest and immediately turns invisible. Sorry Huaisang, he's having a day. If Nie Huaisang can turn invisible now, he is flinging himself into the darkness of space.]

[ the voice on the other end is SERIOUS. ] I have an important matter to discuss with you.

I…don't know about tea.

[ a crime. she knows. she is deeply apologetic over any offense she may have caused. ]

And I would like to surprise Wei Wuxian with a tea set. But I don't know how to identify a good set. Which is why I have come to you.

Help me, Nie Huaisang, you're my only hope.

Can I humbly request a cup of tea as soon as we're back?

〈 if she ever sees a pill again it'll be too soon. except she's on antidepressants. fuck. 〉

[He might not know what's going down or when, but he knows something is coming, probably sooner rather than later. He knows where most of his friends are and how they're preparing, but there's one he hasn't spoken to yet, and so—]

tell me you're holed up somewhere with a sturdy door keeping yourself safe?

[ one morning on the station, on each orber's door, the following hand-written note (in fancy calligraphy) will be taped:

the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]

〈 gwen fiddles with her teacup.

coming here had not been her intent. she wanted to get out before she did or said something she might regret. (again.) of course, living in a space station means she does not have many places to go. she was in the process of planning out the hammock to string up in a corner of the training room when she came across (would have crashed into if not for spider-sense) nie huaisang.

now she is seated at a table, legs folded beneath her, turning a teacup around and around while the steam forms shapes above the pale golden liquid. briefly, she wonders if one's fate can be divined in the gentle twisting of steam. 〉

[ yet another flyer ends up on every orber's door, evidently by the same culprit as last time, except now it's a more colorful display:

the back of the flyer features more details about the play and its characters, and soon enough, an announcement from rita herself goes public, giving more context about the event, which all can sign up for. ]

（ there is nothing else for it — he continues his routine.

he is in the training room, as he told huaisang, every morning. he has a regimented plan laid out for himself, and frequently trains until the callouses tear on his hands and bleed. he is wrapping a hand absently when there is the sense of a dead space in the air, and he cants his head so he can study the door over one shoulder.

then: ）

Huaisang.

do i have a likable face?

〈 a couple days after lan xichen has gone: 〉 Today feels like a corn dog day. Want some?

〈 as soon as the door opens, huaisang is greeted by a a box wrapped in festive paper, hanging off a web stuck to the top of the frame. the message written on it reads only, 〉 Later, I demand matching looks. ♥

〈 the contents prove to be something she had specifically requested long before the christmas season rolled around. between missions and crises, she missed the moment to give it to him until now. all in all, she has to say the timing worked out.

because gwen has given to huaisang the gift of…a hair blinger. 〉

〈 one pink half-tiefling, basket emitting a rustling sound under her arm, regards the full tiefling with amusement. 〉

So, just out of curiosity…have you left these woods ever?

（ he finds huaisang in the woods. birds perch in the low trees, their eyes following him as he approaches. it does not unnerve him — his partnership with crows came nearly two decades ago in his life, and they have been the most constant of his companions in life.

but huaisang has built a reputation here, for his bond with these creatures, and itachi has a problem. ）

Huaisang. A moment of your time?

（ he gently unwraps a small box he had carried in his hands, revealing a trio of baby birds with the first of their feathers just starting to come in, eyes only just recently opened. he is not quite certain what happened to their custodial parent, only that he had occasion to pass by the nest several times over the course of a few days, and had realized that they were no longer being fed or cared for, the chirping becoming markedly more weak in that time.

he can care for them — and has been, diligently rising every few hours to feed them and clean them. but he does not wish to acclimate them too much to human touch, and so. here he is. curious if a druid will have better insight into the situation than he himself is capable of. ）

They will be fledglings soon. Can you care for them?

Okay, if I showed up with my entire neck covered in love bites and didn't even try to conceal it, that would be weird right?

You'd notice and react, right???

Especially if I was someone like [Um] Lan Zhan or something, someone who isn't exactly big on touch!

Huaisang.

Where are you?

a-sang —

may you succeed here. no one deserves more of a chance at a fuller-lived life than our da-ge.

if you remember the journey that takes you there, i hope you are able to do so living the sort of life he would have been proud of. because while there are few things i am as certain of as the continued pattern of the waves crashing into the seashore; it is that he lived proudly while he lived.

and he was proud of you.

in that world, i hope that you are able to stand with mingjue at your side and that whatever version of myself you meet there is a better elder brother to you than the one i have been. i hope there is a another place, where we can trust each other once again.

may you find your peace there.

（ huaisang will find a little covered dish outside his door sometime around breakfast. when opened, it contains three corndogs, kept carefully warm by a talisman that will no doubt be familiar.

The accompanying text says only: One of Gwen's favourites. ）

Huaisang.

（ this comes not too long after sizhui's memory — the only other person who could confirm or deny. ）

Does Wei Ying return, in your world?

（ not really beating around the bush here, huh? ）

Nie-xiong, do you remember when we both first got here and I said I didn't want to know anything at all about the future? How I insisted you not tell me a single thing?

I've changed my mind.

Will you tell me? I want to know.

text; un: Wei Wuxian

Action; 1 week post Giva mission

audio. un: 10-54

text. un: 10-54

Text: un Wei Wuxian [1 day before everything goes down]

no subject

no subject

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action;

un; mal (a misfire)

text. un: 🕷️

christmas morning.

no subject

mission pt1 (birdsbirdsbirds)

A few days after the return from Alydhion

text ↪ un: うちは (civawei day 7, late)

delivery; before he left

delivery;

text ↪ un: うちは

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