[Wei Wuxian watches, with his hands folded into his sleeves and his thoughts dulled and red, as Granny and A-Yuan play their game of hide-and-seek, slowly in deference to Granny's arthritic knees. there are few places in the Burial Mounds where a child can play freely, safely, properly. they contrive to do their best. A-Yuan is sensitive enough to have caught some of the atmosphere of fear and despairing terror that pervades their little home, but they do their best to distract him, to continue on with him as though life is still the semblance of normalcy it had reached just a few months ago. why hurt him more? he's already condemned to death, just like the rest of them.
Wei Wuxian doesn't have to ward the little hill with its copse of scraggling trees. Wei Wuxian is stretching himself thinner and scraping himself rawer by the day, trying to build the shields strong enough to withstand the inevitable invasion, trying still to keep them all safe, trying to find a way out for the Wens if not himself, trying, trying, trying. he should not be sparing strength for this sentimentality. he does it anyway, his own indulgence.
Granny meets his eyes for a moment, while she makes the rounds of the trees, and they both try to smile at each other and fail before just nodding. A-Yuan is laughing, the only laughter that's been heard in the Burial Mounds these last days: ah, to be a child again, with any trust that the adults will make it right for you.
he is going to die. he knows that even as he bends himself to preserve the rest of them. he welcomes it at this point, not so deep down. but perhaps--]
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Wei Wuxian doesn't have to ward the little hill with its copse of scraggling trees. Wei Wuxian is stretching himself thinner and scraping himself rawer by the day, trying to build the shields strong enough to withstand the inevitable invasion, trying still to keep them all safe, trying to find a way out for the Wens if not himself, trying, trying, trying. he should not be sparing strength for this sentimentality. he does it anyway, his own indulgence.
Granny meets his eyes for a moment, while she makes the rounds of the trees, and they both try to smile at each other and fail before just nodding. A-Yuan is laughing, the only laughter that's been heard in the Burial Mounds these last days: ah, to be a child again, with any trust that the adults will make it right for you.
he is going to die. he knows that even as he bends himself to preserve the rest of them. he welcomes it at this point, not so deep down. but perhaps--]