[A casual 'thanks' get stuck in his throat at the sight of the drawings, and his eyes flicker up to Itachi's for a second—checking to make sure he knows what he's handed him—before he allows himself to actually look. He's obviously never seen either of the figures before, but it isn't hard to figure out who they might be.
Sasuke and Shisui. The younger brother Itachi left behind and the best friend—zhiji he thinks to himself—that Itachi had lost. His fingers hover carefully over the images, close but not touching, and his lips form a smile at the look on Sasuke's face. Truly, across all universes, siblings are the same.
He does not compliment the skill with which the images were rendered. Says nothing at all out loud, only admires each page for several moments. People have made lovely comments about his own drawings of a-Yuan and the Dafan Wen, and while it doesn't bother him, it's a strange thing to accept compliments when he cares nothing at all for the skill, and only for the subjects. So he holds his tongue and is silently grateful for Itachi's trust with this, committing each detail of Itachi's loved ones to memory.
Eventually he comes to an empty page, and after a moment of hesitation, he sets aside his idea to work on a talisman design and instead moves to the desk and begins to sketch.
It takes a while, a couple of hours actually as they both sit in companionable silence and work through the late night and pre dawn hours. In the morning, Wei Wuxian closes the sketchbook and sets it on Itachi's bed, turning down Itachi's offer for him to stay and sleep, and heading out at the same time that Itachi takes off to his training.
He doesn't know if Itachi will appreciate what he's done, but it's an easy thing to take the page out if he doesn't want it among the pictures of his family and friends from home. Whether he does or not, when Itachi gets around to looking through the book, he'll find an addition in the form of a carefully inked sketch of Gwen, Itachi, and Wei Wuxian all sitting together.
It's not a specific moment, though it's certainly reflective of their time spent enjoying each other's company. In it, the three of them are sitting on a grassy knoll, Wei Wuxian and Gwen grinning brightly, and Itachi with the more subdued but still visible smile that the other two have both glimpsed from time to time. They're close and not touching, but the body language between them speaks of intimacy and affection. It's a sweet drawing that speaks of the friendship between the three of them and one that Wei Wuxian hopes might bring Itachi a smile.]
๏ผ he is too private by far to frame it, or put it on display, and he does in fact remove it from the sketchpad — though perhaps not for the reason wei wuxian might guess.
instead, if one were ever to idly peruse his small but dedicated collection of books, they might find the picture painstakingly preserved, pressed like flowers between two poems. ๏ผ
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Sasuke and Shisui. The younger brother Itachi left behind and the best friend—zhiji he thinks to himself—that Itachi had lost. His fingers hover carefully over the images, close but not touching, and his lips form a smile at the look on Sasuke's face. Truly, across all universes, siblings are the same.
He does not compliment the skill with which the images were rendered. Says nothing at all out loud, only admires each page for several moments. People have made lovely comments about his own drawings of a-Yuan and the Dafan Wen, and while it doesn't bother him, it's a strange thing to accept compliments when he cares nothing at all for the skill, and only for the subjects. So he holds his tongue and is silently grateful for Itachi's trust with this, committing each detail of Itachi's loved ones to memory.
Eventually he comes to an empty page, and after a moment of hesitation, he sets aside his idea to work on a talisman design and instead moves to the desk and begins to sketch.
It takes a while, a couple of hours actually as they both sit in companionable silence and work through the late night and pre dawn hours. In the morning, Wei Wuxian closes the sketchbook and sets it on Itachi's bed, turning down Itachi's offer for him to stay and sleep, and heading out at the same time that Itachi takes off to his training.
He doesn't know if Itachi will appreciate what he's done, but it's an easy thing to take the page out if he doesn't want it among the pictures of his family and friends from home. Whether he does or not, when Itachi gets around to looking through the book, he'll find an addition in the form of a carefully inked sketch of Gwen, Itachi, and Wei Wuxian all sitting together.
It's not a specific moment, though it's certainly reflective of their time spent enjoying each other's company. In it, the three of them are sitting on a grassy knoll, Wei Wuxian and Gwen grinning brightly, and Itachi with the more subdued but still visible smile that the other two have both glimpsed from time to time. They're close and not touching, but the body language between them speaks of intimacy and affection. It's a sweet drawing that speaks of the friendship between the three of them and one that Wei Wuxian hopes might bring Itachi a smile.]
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instead, if one were ever to idly peruse his small but dedicated collection of books, they might find the picture painstakingly preserved, pressed like flowers between two poems. ๏ผ
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