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[hipshoots]

So I guess this magic is here to stay. Any tips on not burning down my apartment?

[billowing]

Ashe -

Do you know how to meditate?

[ He finds that a surprisingly people do not, or don't know how to do it well, but the first step to controlling energy is to really understand and feel the source of that energy, like training a certain muscle. ]

I can help, if you do not. Concentrate on your gem.

[hipshoots]

Can't say I do.

Okay. Like just be aware it's there?

[ She's probably the last person to attempt meditating. She's the first person to start yelling and throwing things. ]

for @greenbriar

[billowing]

I do not know.

[ He just kind of... was taken here. ]

Perhaps a deal was struck, or we were once again kidnapped.

[ Which one is true, he hasn't discovered. So. He's at a bit of a disadvantage. ]

[greenbriar]

[[ ooc: my apologies for the delay! ]]

--ah.

[ If he sounds surprised, it is because he had not considered the possibility of a deal. ]

You suppose we may be shuffled around worlds like a resource in a kingdom's coffers? What a thoroughly infuriating thought.

[ But he cannot say that it seems false. ]

Although I imagine if that were the case, they would hardly expect us to fight back with any competence. [ Just like no one expects cattle to rise up against their handlers. ]

voice | during feral week

[famili]

( worry flows free like a river toward everyone she concerns herself with caring over; that pool is larger than she might have thought at first, and if her current instincts didn't already align with this, now she's allowing herself to reach out because it's not just her brother she worries over. )

Wangji? Are you well? ( A slight pause, and: ) Is A-Xian with you?

[billowing]

I found him in the woods.

[ And then promptly brought him home. Okay, maybe not promptly, but he's safe. Is what he's getting at. ]

And you?

[ He isn't answering if he's well or not because, well, he's kinda stuck as a dragon at the moment? Intermittently anyway. And there's that whole sky being red thing? Yeah, but for the most part, he can't complain. ]

voice - after feral week

[zidianing]

Hanguang Jun.

I would like--

[struggling. he's struggling]

to seek your blessing--

[this is difficult because back home, he would speak to Lan Qiren and, somehow, this is better and worse]

to court Zewu Jun.

[there. he got it out.]

audio, un: sexjade

[billowing]

[ He's already got his eyebrows raised over "Hanguang-Jun." And then....

Well, well, well. When had this happened?

On the one hand, he trusts his brother to make his own decisions. ]

Permission is granted.

[ However... ]

Do not hurt him.

voice; a few days before the dinner party

[equivocations]

[ He'd debated a bit, before moving forward with this - it feels unnecessary at the same time as it feels essential, to make sure that the others know of the complicated situation. So he calls, and after a quick greeting, he moves right into the matter at hand. ]

Jin Guangyao is here. [ Jin Guangyao, not Meng Yao, a distinction that will probably only be of any importance for those who were also at the hotel. ] He says he does not remember much beyond names and faces, relationships and some historical events. The doctors say it is due to the trauma of his arrival.

[billowing]

[ Xiongzhang are you serious. ]

...And you believe him.

[ This is said as if stating a fact. The earth is round, water is wet, and Xiongzhang will do whatever to believe Jin Guangyao. ]

text; first week of the month

[deferences]

[this has got to be the hardest message to send by far:] Father, I have something important to speak to you about.

My problem is, I find myself having trouble with how to approach it, as I worry it might upset you.

[billowing]

Would it be easier to discuss in person?

1/2

[reimaginedself]

I wanted to let you know that things went all right. Well, they actually went really wrong before they went okay, but the two of us are now together.

I guess that's the term, right?

[reimaginedself]

text

[zidianing]

I would like to discuss a matter with you, if you have time available for tea.

[billowing]

Alright.

action; a few days after the festival

[equivocations]

[ It's fairly obvious that Lan Xichen has something he walks to talk about. For one, he has brought a very old tome called Amethyst, Noctium's Breath with him when he came for their morning tea. For another, his silence as they drink is of the particularly distracted kind that says he has something on his mind, and is considering how best to approach it.

Still, he waits until their cups are empty before he speaks, making up his mind to go with what is likely the most obvious topic first. ]

It took me perhaps longer than it should have, but I asked Jiang Wanyin to marry me last night.

[billowing]

[ Lan Wangji elects not to mention the book. Xichen will tell him in due time. He isn't expecting that announcement first, though he supposes that he probably should have. ]

A congratulations is in order.

[ Jiang Wanyin would not reject his brother's proposal. Especially considering he came to ask permission. ]

I humbly submit myself to assist in the wedding plans.

[action] LWJ's Bday~~~

[sadflutenoises]

Perhaps Wei Wuxian didn't have his husband's grace and walking-perfection when it came to everything from his bladework to his cooking to his-

At any rate, he's not about to let his husband's birthday go by without some celebration. And even if he can't cook Lan Zhan's favorite meals, he has a very good idea of his appetites, all the same. He hadn't managed to wake up before his husband, who could honestly get up that early? But he dresses quickly, in a set of Gusu Lan robes he may have liberated from Lan Zhan's closet. They fit him well enough, and he's sure Lan Zhan will appreciate the sentiment, as Wei Wuxian slips a hand-made gift into his sleeve and pads down to look for him.

"Lan Zhan?" he calls, putting on a flirtatious grin that seems to come naturally whenever he's around his precious soulmate.

[billowing]

Lan Wangji is sitting in the new Jingshi, and having a good old-fashioned midmorning meditation, when he hears Wei Ying. He hasn't forgotten it's his birthday, but he wasn't planning on doing anything.

Then he opens his eyes, and oh. A very happy birthday to him.

He gets up and walks over to greet his husband. "Wei Ying." He reaches out to touch his sleeve. "Have I neglected to do laundry?" He knows he hasn't, but he does want to know why Wei Ying is all dressed in white. Even though it makes him look adorable.

text/action (on Wangji's Birthday)

[duplicitous_dimples]

[A small package, wrapped elegantly in blue and white, is delivered in the morning. There is a simple card attached, with a short message and the Jin clan seal.]

Felicitations.

[billowing]

[ He picks it up, looks around and then slowly opens it just in case it's dangerous... ]

text; un: little.radish

[deferences]

Fuqin.

If you aren't too busy, may I have a moment of your time?

Re: text; un: little.radish

[billowing]

Of course.