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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[strikingchords]

[can I read bafflement in his microexpressions, or can I

pauses at the garden gate, tilting his head slightly]

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[well 'bafflement' just went to 'straight-up shock' at the sight of a second him, so

(he's also missing his forehead ribbon.)]

. . .

[strikingchords]

[ah. this seems like a thing is happening? time to have no visible reaction about it!

(his brows draw in, faintly)]

Hello.

[one_note]

. . .

How?

[strikingchords]

Vagaries.

Whimsy.

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But. . .

[the real marker of shock here: his actually stopping halfway through a sentence]

[strikingchords]

[...

his frown of concern becomes slightly more visible]

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Where are we?

[strikingchords]

A bound city. "Sidereal."

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Bound by who?

[strikingchords]

Not enough information to say.

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[frowns deeply]

You are not alarmed.

That we are two.

[strikingchords]

Not novel.

...

Your circumstances seem stranger.

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Where is...

[a deep and visible hesitation]

Where is he?

[strikingchords]

...

[gently]

Which?

[one_note]

[inhales

then, testingly]

Both.

[strikingchords]

[nods]

One lives here.

The other, with me.

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And, their memories?

[strikingchords]

[hesitates]

Whole, from the time of their departure.

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Their departure.

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...

The Wei Ying of my time remembers as I do.

So too my older self, and the Wei Ying of fourteen years more.

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[with a little difficulty; hoarse]

Fourteen years.

[strikingchords]

[...

...

he's going to come in the gate and head up the path to the door; nodding at the other Lan Wangji to follow]

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[ok. ok ok ok ok ok ok ok cool cool cool cool]

[strikingchords]

[I AM GOING TO TAKE YOU INTO YOUR OWN KITCHEN AND MAKE YOU TEA HOW YOU LIKE IT, MY GUY

he's as familiar with this kitchen as his own, at this point; easily done.]