inbox (penance)

[weiward]

if he doesn't answer, he's probably at the bar.
(he's probably at the bar.)

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[taciturnly]

( lying should be second nature for the infamous yiling patriarch. it isn’t. minus the occasional white lie, wei wuxian has always been relatively terrible at hiding the truth, but this truth holds the same dissonant notes of a broken string. )

Wei Ying. ( young? confused? lan wangji stiffens, eyes flashing with a hint of incredulity that knots his stomach and purses his lips a little uneasy. he does trust wei wuxian’s heart with his life, but... ) I am not confused. ( are they not just as young? in hell, a place where warmth, of all things, has only been found in each other’s arms? trying to reassure himself has only worried him, and lan wangji frowns a little disgruntled, a question on his tongue. is wei wuxian confused? instead he asks; ) Jin Rulan... Was he raised a decent gentleman?

[weiward]

[when you're the yiling patriarch, nothing confuses people more than telling them the truth, which they'll alter anyway to suit their own narrative. but lan wangji doesn't sound confused, a fact confirmed a moment later which buys no time for either him or his nephew.]

Ah, Jin Ling is-

[much like sizhui, wei wuxian is still getting to know the boy. so what can he really say about him at this point? he's got strong lungs?]

I'm sure Jiang Cheng did his best! But...he lost both of his parents. Lan Zhan, you know that. Still, he is Shijie's son! If he has even an ounce of her goodness in him, I'm sure we have nothing to worry about.