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[strikingchords]

[TURNS TO STARE AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY]

[laughitoff]

[yips at him]

So there!

[strikingchords]

Stealing is forbidden.

Copy Conduct ten times.

[laughitoff]

No.

[strikingchords]

Then, take responsibility.

[laughitoff]

How?

[strikingchords]

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Come out.

[that was a distinct, faintly hesitant note, not quite putting the statement into question mark territory but perceptibly closer than usual. looking slightly aside as he says it]

[laughitoff]

[weighs this, then edges most of the way out from behinid the gravestone

he is very dusty now]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji just kind of, looks at him, helplessly, with his stupid pretty familiar-unfamiliar dragon-scaled face

there is a streak of dirt on one of his cheeks where he rubbed it on his shoulder and his shoulder had gotten dirt on it.]

...

[laughitoff]

[looks back at him, distinctly hangdog]

Yes...?

[strikingchords]

Wei Ying.

[he seems to be trying hard to come up with the words.









finally, a bit painful]

I have not known where you stand either.

[laughitoff]

[oh]

...

[that's fair. looks down]

What do you want to know?

[strikingchords]

[...

looks away; back in front of him instead of craning his neck to keep his eyes on Wei Wuxian over his shoulder...]



Would you come here?

[they are, indeed, still literally a few feet apart, Wei Wuxian hanging back and still slightly shielded by the headstone while Lan Wangji sits on the grass.]

[laughitoff]

[wriggles, puzzled and unsure, but finally does do his awkward kneel-shuffle over until he's in front of Lan Wangji instead, still about two feet foot or so of distance between them]

[strikingchords]

[follows him with his eyes quietly and then kind of sighs a bit and looks at the ground instead when he's chosen his spot and settled; ah]

[laughitoff]

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What's wrong?

[strikingchords]

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As I said.

Cannot decide for others.

[laughitoff]

[ccccarefully]

I'm not following.

[strikingchords]

"I would have said I wanted to be friends, once."

[laughitoff]

Ah.

[this silence is some sort of champion peak of awkward stickiness. you could make meringue out of this silence]

[strikingchords]

[just. searching his face, wide-eyed]

[laughitoff]

I did mean that.

[strikingchords]

[...kind of draws himself up subtly, some of that wide-eyed anticipation lost in tension... but, stubborn]

Asked what changed. You replied, "I don't really know where we stand now."

Have explained my position.

Where, then?

It is yours that is unclear.

[laughitoff]

I've pointed out that a desire for myself to be friends with anyone now is foolish. I don't make a very good one. I would rather not put others in a position to deal with that. I meant that as well.

[strikingchords]

["You have told him, 'I respect you, and wish to stay by your side'? ...Even if you do say it as directly as that, it may still take him time to believe it. He is too used to thinking otherwise at the moment."

...

trying to think, past the first bite of rejection.

Wei Wuxian is repeating himself.

"What's the point of missing such things?"]

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