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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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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.

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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]

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[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]

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[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...]

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You are twenty-two.

[a question that sounds like a definitive statement]

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[inclines his head slightly]

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My recollection.

One of me.

Two...Wei Yings. Sixteen months younger, in approximation.

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Two of each. Fourteen years apart, both.

[takes a deep breath]

Mine, resurrected for this purpose.

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[gives him a look that would be openmouthed shock on a different man; wondering]

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[looks back. he did not spend thirteen years without Wei Wuxian in his life; to him, his death and resurrection is still painful and close enough that the pain is as apparent as the dread-inducing gratitude of it, like a gift that might be taken away again...]

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[low and soft and shattered, somewhere deep down under the calm underlayer, not wanting to stir that hurt, knowing he needs to]

How?

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[it's not a pain he is unaccustomed to facing, at this time in his life.]

Exchanged for a wish.

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Explain.

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An offer was made to each by an unknown entity.

Each accepted.

We were sent elsewhere first. Then here. Earning the price.

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[swallows, fighting to regain control of himself]

Different.

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What happened?

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Sent to another world. Told we contracted with the fae, to have wishes granted. No memory of making the contract. All there, the same circumstance.

Two Wei Yings. Sixteen months lost. The cause unknown. Memories can be torn away as consequence, restored over time. But not theirs.

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[his lips thin; his hands are slightly more tense on the cup.]

Hm.

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[looks aside, away, eyes tight-shut as though in pain]

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[leans over and rests a hand gently on his shoulder...]

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[lifts his head a bit in startlement, though he neither shakes it off nor quite looks at him again]