Jiang Cheng, Jiang-zhangmen, this Wei Wuxian was asking permission to travel through Yunmeng and leave a book in your care, that's not a wrong number, we both know it, you can simply say no.
Ah, so like that, huh... Jiang Cheng, I've been painting, recently, when traveling. Kind of a way to reconnect to memories that resurface, or when inspiration strikes. Anyway there are... I've been painting from. I want you to look at paintings from when we were younger an say if they're things you remember, too, or what you remember, and then tell me anything about Jin Zixuan you remember from when he was a good husband.
( look does it yet seem like he doesn't know how to ask for any of this or how to say he's trying to think of something to give to Jin Ling because if so, that's it. on the nose. )
Come and show me. I am sure I have things that will help you as well.
[ There are many things at Lotus Pier that were specifically for Jin Ling - pictures, art, toys, all things Jiang Cheng had organised to give him some connection to home. ]
( he's not going to spend much time hemming and hawing over this, not when he's been told yes, now, in more than one way. still... things are what they are, and so he says: )
Thank you.
( gratitude and tentative sort of hello, are you sure, because it's still me asking. )
Is tomorrow okay? Apple's lazy as can be, loving the roadside grasses.
( which does mean wrangling his donkey and summarily bribing with apples when said donkey digs in heels and doesn't want to leave a patch of spirit grass they find growing.
He arrives sometime after morning, before midday, on the roads he's more used to now that he was years ago. Sending a message through official channels and finding himself with Apple stabled as he wanders a familiar market, waiting for word back.
They, ah, hadn't defined what late was, and so he's... pacing himself, not even stopping into achingly familiar wine houses or any of what were closer to his former haunts. It's sightseeing again, this time without the pressures of the last kangaroo court held in Jiang Cheng's hall. )
[ Jiang Cheng would never admit to being anxious, nervous, almost, waiting for this to make sense, waiting for him to be able to see Wei Wuxian again. All of this felt like too much too soon, but it's been weeks since they saw one another and the intention is there, good and kind. It's for Jin Ling, so he will tolerate it.
That's what he tells himself, even as his stomach is in knots.
It doesn't take very long for him to come out and meet Wei Wuxian, dressed in his finery and head held high. When he sees him, he crosses his arms immediately. ]
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Really asking, Jiang Cheng, not being snide.
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Your rooms are still unused.
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( look does it yet seem like he doesn't know how to ask for any of this or how to say he's trying to think of something to give to Jin Ling because if so, that's it. on the nose. )
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Come and show me. I am sure I have things that will help you as well.
[ There are many things at Lotus Pier that were specifically for Jin Ling - pictures, art, toys, all things Jiang Cheng had organised to give him some connection to home. ]
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Thank you.
( gratitude and tentative sort of hello, are you sure, because it's still me asking. )
Is tomorrow okay? Apple's lazy as can be, loving the roadside grasses.
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Tomorrow is fine. Don't be late.
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( which does mean wrangling his donkey and summarily bribing with apples when said donkey digs in heels and doesn't want to leave a patch of spirit grass they find growing.
He arrives sometime after morning, before midday, on the roads he's more used to now that he was years ago. Sending a message through official channels and finding himself with Apple stabled as he wanders a familiar market, waiting for word back.
They, ah, hadn't defined what late was, and so he's... pacing himself, not even stopping into achingly familiar wine houses or any of what were closer to his former haunts. It's sightseeing again, this time without the pressures of the last kangaroo court held in Jiang Cheng's hall. )
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That's what he tells himself, even as his stomach is in knots.
It doesn't take very long for him to come out and meet Wei Wuxian, dressed in his finery and head held high. When he sees him, he crosses his arms immediately. ]
Hurry up, then.
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