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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[strikingchords]

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

(his brows draw in, faintly)]

Hello.

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. . .

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?

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[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.

[one_note]

Their departure.

[strikingchords]

...

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]

[one_note]

[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.]

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[grips the cup with only a little tension in his fingers once he's offered it, nodding thanks]

[strikingchords]

...

...

[takes a cup of his preferred tea; he drank bitterer blends more often when he was younger, when his palate hadn't adjusted for eating with others so often. giving him context clues that he knows he'll pick up on...]