[ Too nonchalant, maybe. Too callous? He studies Lan Wangji's face closely for a second, somehow still jade-bright and lit from within, somehow harder to read now than it had been the last time they'd parted ways. He's not prepared for the wave of homesickness that hits him, rising up out of the dark like a punch to the gut, a wash of greens and whites and a soft-warm smile he didn't deserve. It feels like a home he's never had, never known, but he wants it with all the suddenness and fierceness of someone who has.
He coughs out a laugh that breaks too sharp in the night air, soothing a hand over the ache in his chest. Distraction, distraction: ] Eh, two in the last handful of months, nothing we could have done about it. But! But we're here now and so far all that's happening now is that things keep disappearing from around the lake. Little things. Tools? A couple of their livestock. I asked if maybe their spirit was trying to build a pen in the lake but no one was very impressed by the idea of builder spirits.
[ Little Apple has at least done them the favour of following the grass up the correct path; a half-step back in that direction and Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows, inviting Lan Wangji to also follow. ]
Supposedly the lake spirit sings, too. I've heard she's quite good, if not a bit dated.
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[ Too nonchalant, maybe. Too callous? He studies Lan Wangji's face closely for a second, somehow still jade-bright and lit from within, somehow harder to read now than it had been the last time they'd parted ways. He's not prepared for the wave of homesickness that hits him, rising up out of the dark like a punch to the gut, a wash of greens and whites and a soft-warm smile he didn't deserve. It feels like a home he's never had, never known, but he wants it with all the suddenness and fierceness of someone who has.
He coughs out a laugh that breaks too sharp in the night air, soothing a hand over the ache in his chest. Distraction, distraction: ] Eh, two in the last handful of months, nothing we could have done about it. But! But we're here now and so far all that's happening now is that things keep disappearing from around the lake. Little things. Tools? A couple of their livestock. I asked if maybe their spirit was trying to build a pen in the lake but no one was very impressed by the idea of builder spirits.
[ Little Apple has at least done them the favour of following the grass up the correct path; a half-step back in that direction and Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows, inviting Lan Wangji to also follow. ]
Supposedly the lake spirit sings, too. I've heard she's quite good, if not a bit dated.