Jingyi smiles glad everything had gone well back at Lotus Pier. He was just sorry he hadn't had the chance to say goodbye to Jin Ling like everyone else had. Stupid concussion. Now that he thinks about it though, why had Wei Wuxian been later than the rest of them? Huh.
Wait what? He looks at Zizhen with surprise. Hadn't he wanted to come visit Yuan? Oh, duh, he was just being polite. Jingyi is torn. He should also be polite, but he really wants to speak to Yuan. He sighs. He has to be polite. He bows to Wei Wuxian. "Of course! We'd be happy to come at a more convenient time. You've just come home, after all."
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Jiang Cheng stares off in the distance through a large window in his nephew's bedchamber pretending to not hear his nephew cry. The fever is spiking again, making the young man's healing sleep turn into nightmares. His heart wrenches every time he hears a different dead relative called out, though his own name is far and away the most frequent on Ling's lips. Well, of the relatives. If he never had to hear the name 'Yuan' again, he just might die a happy man.
He is completely exhausted. He spends his nights and when his nephew gets feverish here in his tower. The first night, he even slept beside him. He's been doing all he can to play the role as surrogate sect leader and start his hunt for those who were loyal to Xiaowen. It's not lost on him that they're in a position now of both of their clans and homes being in vulnerable positions functioning on a reduced number of disciples and limited leadership. He forgave Wei Wuxian years ago for breaking his promise, but he could really have used a brother to watch over Lotus Pier about now.
As another sob escapes Ling's lips, Cheng closes his eyes and places his hand gently on the boy's head, stroking his hair. He feels so incredibly alone.
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2021-08-31 09:31 (UTC)Wait what? He looks at Zizhen with surprise. Hadn't he wanted to come visit Yuan? Oh, duh, he was just being polite. Jingyi is torn. He should also be polite, but he really wants to speak to Yuan. He sighs. He has to be polite. He bows to Wei Wuxian. "Of course! We'd be happy to come at a more convenient time. You've just come home, after all."
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Jiang Cheng stares off in the distance through a large window in his nephew's bedchamber pretending to not hear his nephew cry. The fever is spiking again, making the young man's healing sleep turn into nightmares. His heart wrenches every time he hears a different dead relative called out, though his own name is far and away the most frequent on Ling's lips. Well, of the relatives. If he never had to hear the name 'Yuan' again, he just might die a happy man.
He is completely exhausted. He spends his nights and when his nephew gets feverish here in his tower. The first night, he even slept beside him. He's been doing all he can to play the role as surrogate sect leader and start his hunt for those who were loyal to Xiaowen. It's not lost on him that they're in a position now of both of their clans and homes being in vulnerable positions functioning on a reduced number of disciples and limited leadership. He forgave Wei Wuxian years ago for breaking his promise, but he could really have used a brother to watch over Lotus Pier about now.
As another sob escapes Ling's lips, Cheng closes his eyes and places his hand gently on the boy's head, stroking his hair. He feels so incredibly alone.