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[weiyingdown]

Sanren 散人
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白日依山尽，黄河入海流。欲穷千里目，更上一层楼。☀

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[one_note]

Outside of the memory as well.

[weiyingdown]

What do you mean outside of the memory? You didn't do anything to me inside of your memory.

That was just

I was

I wasn't upset at you.

[one_note]

[this one comes sentence by sentence, a long break between each, marked by the 'is typing' notifications]

Outside.

You were distressed by what I spoke of.

You told me to stop. To forget it again.

Later, I walked away from you.

Inside.

Your counterpart has said it is unlikely I wronged you within my memory.

But it is uncertain.

And you were also distressed then.

[weiyingdown]

I'm not saying I wasn't, ah, distressed. I really was surprised when you told me. But that's not something you should apologize for. It's fine now.

[there is no way for him to even begin to get the full story about the memory via text so he simply does not touch on it]

[one_note]

[...]

All right.

[he doesn't say 'if that is what you wish.' he got yelled at about that already.]

[weiyingdown]

[probably a safe bet


there's a long pause, and then]

You're really not mad at me?

[one_note]

Lying is forbidden.

[weiyingdown]

Where are you?

[one_note]

Outside.

[weiyingdown]

Specifically, where!

[one_note]

[considers replying with 'enjoying the night sky,' because he is human and often petty]

The edge of the island, as reached through the garden. I cannot be exact.

[weiyingdown]

[great now he has to climb out of the ferris wheel to get there]

Hanguang-Jun, you're out so late at night! Aren't you tired?

[one_note]

Yes.

[lying is forbidden, and it's just disingenuous to send a noncommittal sound through a text message]

[weiyingdown]

If you're tired, then you should sleep.

[one_note]

No.

[weiyingdown]

Why not?

[one_note]

I cannot.

[weiyingdown]

Shall I play you a lullaby to help you sleep?

[somewhere far off, he can hear the sound of a flute being played]

[one_note]

[he does not go to meet it, for once.

he has been tired since they day they arrived here, it feels like.]

It is appreciated.

[weiyingdown]

[he doesn't expect him to go and meet it, and so he stops texting and keeps playing as he makes his way around the garden to roughly the spot Lan Wangji indicated]

[one_note]

[he's not hard to spot. he's kneeling on the very edge, much as he did earlier that day when he walked off on autopilot from their conversation; legs tucked under him, hands spread flat on his knees. his qin is with him, but off to the side; he is not playing now.

he's looking out at the open sky, where the two moons are currently visible and the bright hue of the cotton-candy clouds is dimmed by night to something almost normal.]

[weiyingdown]

[it's so much harder to form words when he has to look at his face, why did he think this was a good idea.

he stops playing when he's a few feet behind him, staring at his back]

[one_note]

[turns quietly to look at him, strange eyes pale and faintly glowing in the dark]

[weiyingdown]

[swallows hard and moves to sit next to him with his flute clutched in his lap]

...You're not asleep, so perhaps I played the wrong song.

[one_note]

[shifts his gaze back to the moons]

I cannot sleep. Do not trouble yourself.