It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.
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bakerstreet2020-10-01 04:32 pm
jiang yanli | the untamed
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even though it's trueso, maybe some kind of "not everything is the worst" au? wwx made it to jin ling's party? jyl followed him to the burial mounds? or survived nightless city? if none of that sparks joy, early-canon is also More Than Awesome!! ]09!
This much, Wei Wuxian can respect, the captive of a moonless night that's stretched and sprawled and fettered the gardens in a miasma of uncertainty. He's travelled where he's weak, the heart of a city that scorns him, and if the talismans and masks and wanderer's hooded robes betray him, Jiang Cheng will have exhausted too much of his diplomatic leverage to intercede again. Wei Wuxian knows. They both know.
The possibility of glimpsing jiejiejiejiejiejie among her wedding rites was — a gracious phantasm, haunting his sleep. By right, the Jin should have collected her from Yunmeng, grovelled before Jiang Cheng and the lumbering altars of dead Wei Wuxian has yet to be allowed to salute in prostration. But there is... danger in long journeys, the threat of abduction, as if they don't all know the name of the rascal they suspect and the likelihood that the Yiling Patriarch would peer his head like a whiskered fox from his borrow and make attempt against his sister. The bride has been delivered, her wedding escort reduced.
Wei Wuxian tries (fails) not to resent the insinuation. Tries (fails) also not to resent the scratch of wood tile and window ledge on his calves and flank, the catch of the sill stabbing his stomach when he rolls into Yanli's quarters, decidedly unannounced, slapping a rushed silence talisman on the floor before breaking his fall. Poorly done — a second sheet, painstakingly plastered, this time behind him, to secure the wall. He's a creature of hate this fine evening, sharpened to purpose — and he tries, but won't fail, to prove discreet.
Another wager: that the servant he flirted with and bribed and coaxed gently surrendered the exact pick of rooms for the Jin's beautiful, soon red-clad guest. That she knew it, easily flattered, to start with. Luck loves its favourites: night claims the room in gentle shroud, but Wei Wuxian knows, will always know, the pale sharp edges and dulled curves of his sister's form, sleep-lulled.
He drifts to her bed, cautious to take the knee gently on the hard floor beside it, coiled and serpentine but waiting to unfold and dart, should Yanli wake with a loud startle. Then, slow-slower-slowest, he fishes from his journey satchel a miniature swell, coppery and well ripened — a tangerine he rolls over the bed cover, until it's sure to tumble into Yanli's dainty nose and wake her. ]
Shhhhhhhhhh. [ Before all else, once she seems to stir. Sleeplessness might have compelled Wei Wuxian to madness, but Yanli is of a different, saner make. She might yet scream, but shouldn't, because: ] Look! [ A nod at the tangerine, feast between them. ] Fresh. Fresh from the season.
[ A little worse for the wear, after climbing and infiltration, but still. A fine pick for an intruder, in a main sect's house. ]