"I don't understand..." Yuan admits, holding tight onto Jin Ling's hand as Lan Zhan comes to study him.
Wei Wuxian stands as well, stepping forward and staring at the boy he'd once called his son. He almost wants to reach out to him, but he holds himself back - instead he reminds himself that A-Yuan doesn't remember, he needs to explain.
"You've heard about the Yiling Patriarch and the Wens who lived in the burial mounds, yes?" he asks, Yuan nods "Among those Wens was a little boy, an orphan that I was... I was raising as a son. My little boy. Wen Yuan. You."
Yuan stares at him for a long moment, desperately seeking something, anything in his memory that will confirm what he's being told. Somewhere in the murky fog of his mind, a name comes to him..
"Xian-gege" he whispers.
That's too much for Wei Wuxian, he can't hold back anymore, he grabs hold of Yuan and drags him into a tight hug.
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2021-08-18 09:08 (UTC)"I don't understand..." Yuan admits, holding tight onto Jin Ling's hand as Lan Zhan comes to study him.
Wei Wuxian stands as well, stepping forward and staring at the boy he'd once called his son. He almost wants to reach out to him, but he holds himself back - instead he reminds himself that A-Yuan doesn't remember, he needs to explain.
"You've heard about the Yiling Patriarch and the Wens who lived in the burial mounds, yes?" he asks, Yuan nods "Among those Wens was a little boy, an orphan that I was... I was raising as a son. My little boy. Wen Yuan. You."
Yuan stares at him for a long moment, desperately seeking something, anything in his memory that will confirm what he's being told. Somewhere in the murky fog of his mind, a name comes to him..
"Xian-gege" he whispers.
That's too much for Wei Wuxian, he can't hold back anymore, he grabs hold of Yuan and drags him into a tight hug.