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[weiyingdown]

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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]

The garden. Unsafe to sleep here.

[he's not going to tote him back to Mint if he's avoiding it for non-Lan Wangji reasons]

[weiyingdown]

[relaxes in his arms, satisfied. the garden is good.]

It would be embarrassing to roll off into the sky. There are gazebos in the garden that are nice enough for sleeping, too.

[one_note]

Mm.

[permission granted, he reaches over long enough to retrieve his qin and settle the carrying-strap over one shoulder, then unfolds himself from his seat to take Wei Wuxian back into the garden maze.

quietly, as they're hunting around for the gazebo:]

Mora?

[weiyingdown]

[settles quite comfortably in his arms and peeks up at his face]

Hmm. What about her? If you know of any good ways to irritate her, then you should tell me.

[one_note]

[mostly thoughtful, calm in face and voice, though there's a tiny crease in his brow]

Why?

[weiyingdown]

Because she did something I didn't like, why else?

[reaches up to smooth out his brow]

[one_note]

[leans down quietly into the touch.

gentle, neutral:]

Would you tell me?

[weiyingdown]

[there's the barest hint of hesitation, but, well...Lan Wangji would understand, he thinks]

...Sure. But it's not going to sound very impressive.

[one_note]

No need to be. You were still upset.

[weiyingdown]

It was a lot at once, that's all.

After I spoke with you I had a drink with Mora. She somehow slipped that red fairy potion into my drink and started asking me about my death price. She must have guessed at it earlier, because she asked about...

[even now he doesn't want to say it aloud; settles for giving his hand a wave before catching a lock of Lan Wangji's hair and twirling it around his finger]

What you and I had just finished talking about. I didn't confirm it, but it was obvious she hit a mark. And then she grabbed me and wouldn't let me leave, which is very irritating when you don't want to see someone's face. So I'd like to continue to not see her face.

[one_note]

[a tiny sigh]

If you stay away, she may eventually seek you out.

[he is still thinking. he is never completely sure how to filter what he hears of Mora's interactions with the Wei Wuxians, because he doesn't disbelieve them, but his experiences with her tend to have less of those elements.]

[weiyingdown]

[shrugs!]

If she has to come looking for me then she's conceding a bit. If I recall, she said something like...."If you want to run away, you can run away. It's not like I need to chase you."

Ah, but my memory isn't as good as yours so it may have sounded different. Hearing something like that doesn't make me want to go back that easily though.

[one_note]

...

Are you unhappy, that we transferred?

[weiyingdown]

We made a bet and this is how it ended up. There's nothing to be unhappy about. I picked this just as much as you did.

[one_note]

[looks at him quietly; that wasn't exactly a yes or a no...]

[weiyingdown]

[tugs on his hair]

You asked me this question before and my answer was no. It's still the same. That's not really going to change no matter how many times you ask.

[one_note]

Would like you to be happy. You have not been.

[simple, soft. it wasn't a trick question. he turns his eyes back to the garden paths they're walking through.]

I am unsure how to advise. She interacts with us differently.

[weiyingdown]

I'm fine. And I'll think of a way to deal with it. You don't have to worry.

[one_note]

[there's a soft, palpable hesitation, like he wants to say more but isn't sure Wei Wuxian will want to hear it]

[weiyingdown]

[he does play with his hair absently before noticing the silence. takes the ends of his hair and tickles Lan Wangji's chin with it]

I promise not to get mad, so speak your mind freely Hanguang-Jun.

[one_note]

If you are not bothered by provocative actions. Then she may stop using them.

[this is a lesson he's learned from dealing with Wei Wuxian.]

[weiyingdown]

I was thinking of just pretending she's air and ignoring her completely.

[one_note]

[it's not exactly what he meant, but what works for him may not work for others, either. he's genuinely unruffled by a lot of what Mora does, or able to make his own peace with it. he gets the feeling that an obvious pretense of the same would just invite more prodding.

lets out a quiet sigh at the tail end of that train of thought and Wei Wuxian's answer, not pleased about it but recognizing that he can't always actually stop people metaphorically slapfighting if they're set on that course of action]

Perhaps.

[weiyingdown]

Only perhaps? And here I thought it was a good idea. It's sure to bother her.

[considers his words a little more carefully. it's impossible for him to not have some kind of reaction if she says something he wants to refute, and there are definitely a few too many of those items]

Does she not say anything that bothers you?

[one_note]

[he's quiet for a while, weighing if he wants to say this]

She reminds me of you.