๏ผ the echo of his own words is meant as a panacea, and one corner of his mouth quirks up in faint amusement. it is not wei wuxian's fault that the situations are entirely dissimilar. witnessing the slaughter of people who have had an active hand in harming others, who would have killed wei wuxian or the innocent prisoners on e23-b is not quite the same as gwen realizing that he put his own family to the sword. but the sentiment is appreciated, regardless. ๏ผ
I will see.
๏ผ the idea of speaking to her is exhaustive. he has never shied away from being a villain. it was a mantle he accepted that night and has bore unflinching since. but he had... divorced himself if not from the deed itself, then at least from the reputation in which he has cloaked himself ever after.
gwen now knows, irrevocably, that the truth of him is closer to that betrayal in taeum than in the personality he has cultivated since, and he does not know which side to show her now. the distance is easier to maintain, certainly. ๏ผ
[He looks at him for a moment longer—recognizing the deferral for what it is—but pushing has never gotten him anywhere with Itachi so he acquiesces to the subject change.]
Yeah. I hope so. The room's too quiet. [He complains softly, disguising a real discomfort with a feigned pout.]
I end up talking to myself too much. It's weird how easy it is to get used to something so quickly. [He misses Gwen specifically, but he also misses the presence of another person. He'd thought about approaching Lan Wangji for just a second, but the way things have been between them had made him dismiss the idea as soon as he'd had it.]
๏ผ quiet is an impoetic word for it. gwen's absence is a void, the absence of sun in spring. of all of them, however, wei wuxian is the most poorly equipped to endure solitude comfortably.
he gives wei wuxian a long, studied look. then: ๏ผ
Stay with me until she returns. You may take the bed.
๏ผ as if he doesn't already sleep on the futon tucked neatly away in a cupboard to begin with. ๏ผ
['Stay with me,' Itachi says, not 'you can stay with me' or 'if you want to.' Just stay with me. The gentle insistence of a friend. It's a foolish detail to get caught up on, but Wei Wuxian can't help ducking his head to hide a warm smile, nodding in answer.]
Alright. [And gone too are the days of 'If you don't mind.'
The thanks dies before it even reaches his lips, as much because he's mindful of Itachi's aversion to gratitude as because it simply doesn't seem to fit. Sometimes, a thanks really isn't needed between friends.]
Me? Snore? [He winks.] It's too late, you can't take it back now even if I do. You're stuck with me. [To prove the sentiment, he quickly shimmies up higher on the bed and ducks under the blanket, immediately calling out 'night!' from under the covers.
He is absolutely not going to bed yet but that is very much not the point.]
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I will see.
๏ผ the idea of speaking to her is exhaustive. he has never shied away from being a villain. it was a mantle he accepted that night and has bore unflinching since. but he had... divorced himself if not from the deed itself, then at least from the reputation in which he has cloaked himself ever after.
gwen now knows, irrevocably, that the truth of him is closer to that betrayal in taeum than in the personality he has cultivated since, and he does not know which side to show her now. the distance is easier to maintain, certainly. ๏ผ
They should be returning soon.
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Yeah. I hope so. The room's too quiet. [He complains softly, disguising a real discomfort with a feigned pout.]
I end up talking to myself too much. It's weird how easy it is to get used to something so quickly. [He misses Gwen specifically, but he also misses the presence of another person. He'd thought about approaching Lan Wangji for just a second, but the way things have been between them had made him dismiss the idea as soon as he'd had it.]
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he gives wei wuxian a long, studied look. then: ๏ผ
Stay with me until she returns. You may take the bed.
๏ผ as if he doesn't already sleep on the futon tucked neatly away in a cupboard to begin with. ๏ผ
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Alright. [And gone too are the days of 'If you don't mind.'
The thanks dies before it even reaches his lips, as much because he's mindful of Itachi's aversion to gratitude as because it simply doesn't seem to fit. Sometimes, a thanks really isn't needed between friends.]
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๏ผ ... a joke?
a threat???
who knows with him. ๏ผ
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Me? Snore? [He winks.] It's too late, you can't take it back now even if I do. You're stuck with me. [To prove the sentiment, he quickly shimmies up higher on the bed and ducks under the blanket, immediately calling out 'night!' from under the covers.
He is absolutely not going to bed yet but that is very much not the point.]
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