#m. memorystxrs

[baijingshen]

@memorystxrs​ sent: “ Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life? ” (mianmian @ lan xichen)

          “I can,” Lan Xichen admits, lowering his gaze with a faint smile tugging on his lips despite his heavy heart. It’s not often that he meets someone as brave and outspoken as Mianman, most people never daring to speak up in fear of stepping on the wrong toes. It’s good to mind one’s MANNERS, of course, but sometimes it’s also necessary to stand by one’s opinions and decisions. The cultivation world is one Xichen wouldn’t want to miss, as it’s all he’s ever known, but he can very much relate to Mianman growing tiring of the endless POLITICS. There is too much focus on shifts in power, too much mistrust among supposed allies, and too little tolerance for the differences that make all of them human.

     “I suppose I’m just sad to see you go,” he continues, finding her eyes once more. “You are a VOICE OF REASON among the hot-tempered.” Lan Xichen has no doubt that Mianman-- no, Luo Qingyang, is more than capable of taking care of herself in the world out there, but he wonders what their own little world will become if people like her choose to abandon it instead of fighting to keep it GOOD.

[baijingshen]

@memorystxrs​ sent: “ Isn’t it wonderful? ” (wwx @ lwj)

          The air is filled with scents and spices, all mixing together into an olfactoric overload that apparently should whet Lan Wangji’s appetite but unfortunately achieves the opposite effect. He looks at the plates presented on their table, spotting all sorts of roasted vegetables, spicy looking meat dishes, seasoned tofu, noodles and other regional delicacies, until he lifts his gaze to Wei Ying who BEAMS like the sun itself. It’s fascinating how a man like him can be satisfied so easily with something as simple as food and drink.

He doesn’t respond as he watches him shovel some of the food into his bowl, looking as happy about it as a child might be about a piece of candy. The food doesn’t tempt Wangji very much, but he’ll try some of it to not be rude to the tavern keeper who offered it to them. For now, however, he sticks to his cup of TEA, enjoying its mild flavor and soothing effect.

Still, it is wonderful. It’s not what Wei Ying was referring to but Lan Wangji still sees SOMETHING that brings the faintest hint of a smile to his lips when he looks ahead.      “Yes,” he says, curtly as always, his eyes resting on Wei Ying for a moment.