๏ผ itachi, for his part, is content to sit quietly, one hand curled around his teacup. sasuke starts chattering about a mission, and his mother starts a line of parallel conversation with wei ying, asking him how the journey was to konoha, and if they'll be staying long.
it's — nice. it feels like home. and he knows that he could shatter this world with a thought, but the thought does no more than lie quiescent in the back of his mind. he does not even frame it to himself as doing something kindly for wei ying — although he enjoys seeing his friend in his colours and crest, in seeing the way his expression softens and how he hangs on mikoto's every word, this is ultimately a selfish thing.
he wanted wei ying to meet his family. to know them, inasmuch as he can.
his father's entrance is a bit more subdued, perhaps. he just steps in, weary, still wiping his hands on an old cloth that then gets tucked into his belt. he looks older than itachi remembers, or perhaps he just never realized the toll the possibility of a coup was taking on him. from him, itachi gets a respectful nod, sasuke a gruff pat on the head as he passes, and wei ying an appraising look. but he says nothing until he sits in his proper kamiza place as the head of the clan, hands resting on his thighs. then: ๏ผ
I see my son has made a friend.
๏ผ that look on wei ying has a weight to it. fugaku reaches for his tea, which sasuke had so painstakingly filled, and he lifts it for a drink. ๏ผ
[Even the knowledge that Uchiha Fugaku does not actually reside inside of this illusion isn't enough to calm the drumbeat of his heart as Wei Wuxian watches him enter the room. Granted, it is a different kind of panic that overtakes him now, one born of fierce affection and determination (and only a small sliver of terror.) This is the man who raised Itachi, the father whom he loves. No matter what else lies between them, Wei Wuxian knows this much to be true.
And even if this isn't real, even if this is just an echo of things that could have been in another world, Wei Wuxian resolves to do his best to prove to Fugaku that his heart is true. This illusion might be the only way they get to have this, but that doesn't mean Wei Wuxian won't face it head on the way Itachi deserves.
When Fugaku's eyes come to rest on him, Wei Wuxian straightens and then he bows at the waist, raising his hands to perform the motions of a cultivator's salute. The bow isn't so deep as to be groveling, but deep enough to acknowledge the hierarchy between them and the proper respect that should be afforded his laozhang ren. When he raises his eyes again, they're warm and bright.]
I'm grateful to meet you, Shu shu. I am Wei Ying of Yunmeng, son of Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren. I am fortunate to have crossed paths with your son. He has indeed become my very precious friend. [His eyes flicker to Itachi and then away again.]
I would expound on the many reasons why, but I suspect he wouldn't enjoy that very much, so instead I'll offer my thanks and deep gratitude.
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it's — nice. it feels like home. and he knows that he could shatter this world with a thought, but the thought does no more than lie quiescent in the back of his mind. he does not even frame it to himself as doing something kindly for wei ying — although he enjoys seeing his friend in his colours and crest, in seeing the way his expression softens and how he hangs on mikoto's every word, this is ultimately a selfish thing.
he wanted wei ying to meet his family. to know them, inasmuch as he can.
his father's entrance is a bit more subdued, perhaps. he just steps in, weary, still wiping his hands on an old cloth that then gets tucked into his belt. he looks older than itachi remembers, or perhaps he just never realized the toll the possibility of a coup was taking on him. from him, itachi gets a respectful nod, sasuke a gruff pat on the head as he passes, and wei ying an appraising look. but he says nothing until he sits in his proper kamiza place as the head of the clan, hands resting on his thighs. then: ๏ผ
I see my son has made a friend.
๏ผ that look on wei ying has a weight to it. fugaku reaches for his tea, which sasuke had so painstakingly filled, and he lifts it for a drink. ๏ผ
Well, then? What do you have to say for yourself.
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And even if this isn't real, even if this is just an echo of things that could have been in another world, Wei Wuxian resolves to do his best to prove to Fugaku that his heart is true. This illusion might be the only way they get to have this, but that doesn't mean Wei Wuxian won't face it head on the way Itachi deserves.
When Fugaku's eyes come to rest on him, Wei Wuxian straightens and then he bows at the waist, raising his hands to perform the motions of a cultivator's salute. The bow isn't so deep as to be groveling, but deep enough to acknowledge the hierarchy between them and the proper respect that should be afforded his laozhang ren. When he raises his eyes again, they're warm and bright.]
I'm grateful to meet you, Shu shu. I am Wei Ying of Yunmeng, son of Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren. I am fortunate to have crossed paths with your son. He has indeed become my very precious friend. [His eyes flicker to Itachi and then away again.]
I would expound on the many reasons why, but I suspect he wouldn't enjoy that very much, so instead I'll offer my thanks and deep gratitude.