It's almost dinner time before Jiang Cheng is dressed and emerges from his room again. He's suggested Huaisang finally go take a look at his guest room, since there were presents there (chocolates, wine, fancy paints, etc.) that he literally hasn't seen since arriving because the two of them have been so busy screwing. He also suggests that he gets whatever he needs from said guest room and just.. bring it back to his room, at least for tonight and then again when he gets back. The Nie sect leader wasn't going to be sleeping alone if Wanyin was around and they knew it.
Anyway, right now, he heads to his nephew's room and knocks. Jin Ling's been dozing for the last hour with his arm around Zizhen but he startles awake. He draws back so his friend can let whoever it is in while he rushes to straighten his hair a bit.
As soon as Jiang Cheng is let in, Jin Ling glares at him and asks before his uncle can even say anything, "What the hell do you want?"
Wanyin's eyebrows rose in surprise, thrown off by the reaction. His eyes narrow dangerously. "Care to try that again?"
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In a neat formation of two juniors in a double sided line, Jingyi and the oldest members file out with bags and swords. Jingyi stands alone in the front and as they join Hanguang Jun and Wei Wuxian at the gate, he nods to the spot next to him for Sizhui.
Coming to join them are Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen. Lan Qiren is carrying an extra blade. The scabbard is mostly silver with a thin blade from the looks of it. Once they stop, Lan Qiren bows to the bows and turns to Sizhui. "As this is your first night-hunt, Lan Sizhui, I present you with Yín Shuāng (Silver Frost). It belonged to Qingheng-Jun, my older brother, and Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji's father. May it serve you well, my dear boy."
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2021-09-15 01:25 (UTC)Anyway, right now, he heads to his nephew's room and knocks. Jin Ling's been dozing for the last hour with his arm around Zizhen but he startles awake. He draws back so his friend can let whoever it is in while he rushes to straighten his hair a bit.
As soon as Jiang Cheng is let in, Jin Ling glares at him and asks before his uncle can even say anything, "What the hell do you want?"
Wanyin's eyebrows rose in surprise, thrown off by the reaction. His eyes narrow dangerously. "Care to try that again?"
~~~
In a neat formation of two juniors in a double sided line, Jingyi and the oldest members file out with bags and swords. Jingyi stands alone in the front and as they join Hanguang Jun and Wei Wuxian at the gate, he nods to the spot next to him for Sizhui.
Coming to join them are Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen. Lan Qiren is carrying an extra blade. The scabbard is mostly silver with a thin blade from the looks of it. Once they stop, Lan Qiren bows to the bows and turns to Sizhui. "As this is your first night-hunt, Lan Sizhui, I present you with Yín Shuāng (Silver Frost). It belonged to Qingheng-Jun, my older brother, and Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji's father. May it serve you well, my dear boy."