Wei Wuxian is more than familiar with his brother's moods, but he's made his decision now and he still thinks it's for the best - his family is waiting for him, and Jiang Cheng really can handle this better without him around, even if he doesn't feel like he can. Besides, he'll have Huaisang, right?
He's already setting off and is therefore not close enough to discover that he does not, in fact, have Huaisang.
The sect leader in question finds his smile dying on his lips at the cold response. He feels like the other shoe has dropped. Whatever moment they had on the horse was gone, merely an echo of what they had shared together, this was the cold reality of a fully sober Jiang Cheng realising he regretted his actions.
Huaisang is lucky he's had such practice hiding his emotions.
He stands, doesn't even wince at the weight on his injured ankle, and bows smoothly back.
"Of course, Jiang-zongzhu," the sweet familiarity already feels like a dream. "I hope Jin-zongzhu recovers well. Please let me know if the Nie sect can offer anything further."
The walk back to one of the waiting horses is agony, and he can already feel the developing hangover that suggests the right back is going to be utterly miserable in every way, but he mounts without looking back. He knows if he looks back, he'll break.
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2021-08-23 16:26 (UTC)Wei Wuxian is more than familiar with his brother's moods, but he's made his decision now and he still thinks it's for the best - his family is waiting for him, and Jiang Cheng really can handle this better without him around, even if he doesn't feel like he can. Besides, he'll have Huaisang, right?
He's already setting off and is therefore not close enough to discover that he does not, in fact, have Huaisang.
The sect leader in question finds his smile dying on his lips at the cold response. He feels like the other shoe has dropped. Whatever moment they had on the horse was gone, merely an echo of what they had shared together, this was the cold reality of a fully sober Jiang Cheng realising he regretted his actions.
Huaisang is lucky he's had such practice hiding his emotions.
He stands, doesn't even wince at the weight on his injured ankle, and bows smoothly back.
"Of course, Jiang-zongzhu," the sweet familiarity already feels like a dream. "I hope Jin-zongzhu recovers well. Please let me know if the Nie sect can offer anything further."
The walk back to one of the waiting horses is agony, and he can already feel the developing hangover that suggests the right back is going to be utterly miserable in every way, but he mounts without looking back. He knows if he looks back, he'll break.