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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[strikingchords]

[the younger Lan Wangji looks up and relaxes minutely when he comes back into the main living room, where he'd been sitting with a book; he's relieved he got it right...

putting the symbol of his control over himself into his own hands would reassure him, if he felt that out of control.]

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[if there's a sin Lan Wangji can be accused of, it's certainly not failing to know himself

inclines his head to him, a silent reiteration of thanks]

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[frowns at him slightly, concern again...]

I would assist further.

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I do not know...what is needed.

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[nods slowly]

You will likely return soon.

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Mm.

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[exhales]

Your comfort while here may be all that is possible.

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More than enough.

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...

A situation with precedent.

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Oh?

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We have been replaced with counterparts before. Temporary.

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. . .

Many of us.

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Enough.

Have met Wei Ying as a ghost. Have been here, but a child again. Other lifetimes.

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[well that's an existential pickle he's been trying not to think too hard about since Popdrop started honestly]

Disturbing.

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...

[frowns slightly...]

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[halting]

Have wondered. If the one I know was left behind. And the ones with me pulled from other times.

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[oh]

...

Not impossible.

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[low]

Love them regardless.

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Of course.

[level and almost matter of fact...]

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[a low, slow, exhale; it is a relief of its own to be able to say such a thing out loud]

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...

You have not told them.

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It is not wise.

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Why?

[he can guess, but he wants to hear his own logic, for once]

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Not in a place to understand.

...

The fae also encourage--indulgence. To fuel granting our wishes.

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[tilts his head a little, eyes widening]