[sidereal - the dreaming]

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[for MDZS AU plot-related shenanigans]

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[strikingchords]

[doesn't stop or change his pace]

No?

[laughitoff]

No.

[strikingchords]

[he's silent again. he's here. even if Wei Wuxian was to try to send him away again, he does not see what there is to be done about it.]

[laughitoff]

[he seems to reach this conclusion too, because he just sighs after a while]

Step carefully here. There's thornbrakes all along the path.

[strikingchords]

[he steps carefully.

dispassionately, after a bit, as statue-blank as Wei Wuxian's ever heard or felt him:]

Did you hear the voice before?

[laughitoff]

Yeah...

[strikingchords]

Mm.

[what a conversation]

[laughitoff]

I didn't really answer it? I just said, I want to get out of here...

[strikingchords]

This was the response.

[laughitoff]

What did you tell it?

[strikingchords]

[he doesn't answer again, whoops]

[laughitoff]

Lan Zhan.

[strikingchords]

[Wei Wuxian feels the faint shift in attention; he's listening rather than ignoring him, anyway]

[laughitoff]

[it was kind of a followup plea to tell him; when it's met with more silence he doesn't say anything further.]

[strikingchords]

[noticeably sort of terse]

What am I walking towards?

[laughitoff]

[much more subdued]

Entrapped tombs.

[strikingchords]

[he has to maintain discipline, especially if he's going to be the only one who can protect them in this state. he can be hurt later. with Wei Wuxian in the back of his head, he has to be as controlled and reserved as he has ever been in his life.

it comes across as mostly cold and clipped but what else is new.]

Supplies?

[laughitoff]

If I haven't already robbed them here...?

[strikingchords]

[his fingers twitch slightly, remembering the feel of Chenqing in them]

Your counsel, then.

[laughitoff]

What supplies would you want?  What are you aiming to do? I don't know what you're thinking, believe it or not.

[strikingchords]

"Find what's wrong. Fix it. Do us a favor."

[laughitoff]

Wow! You're spoiled for choice then! Everything is wrong with the Burial Mounds here!

[strikingchords]

...

I will take your word for it.

[laughitoff]

You kind of have to, don't you.

[bitter!]

[strikingchords]

[another flash of hurt shoved down. silent again]