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[weiwuxiian]

(WenNingg) “Make Me Feel.”

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1.  my muse has lost all memory of yours

His hands reach out to draw the curtains when night spreads her veil across the continent. Just as he closes the windows, something brush across his fingers and Wei Wuxian draws back immediately. A bundle of long, wavy hair is peering at him with unfamiliar eyes. He watches as a corpse leaps into his room and stares at him with worrying eyes. Wei Wuxian immediately reaches behind him and took Suibian from its sheath. One would think that he, of all people, would be ‘friendly’ with corpses. But right now, he didn’t understand them. He just knew that if that corpse wanted to kill him, he could do it anytime without any effort at all.

      ❝Who are you!?❞ Wei Wuxian raises Suibian and presses its tip against the corpse’s chest----it is a foolish thing, he knew corpses felt no pain or emotions. It would be better to cut off his legs or his knees so he couldn’t walk; or cutting his body into dozens of smaller pieces so it dies permanently. But something was stopping him.

     Young Master Wei...? The corpse spoke, and Wei Wuxian felt as if his heart had stopped beating suddenly. How did it know his name? It can speak? Where did it come from and who made him. His mouth felt dry, but he itches to talk back to the corpse before shaking his head. Of course, he’s really gone crazy if he wanted to speak to a corpse! It would prove the other people right, then, that he was a lunatic making bewildering claims.

     Young Master Wei... did you lose your memories?

     No... I am perfectly fine. Wei Wuxian finds his mind saying, but thankfully, the words never left his lips. Before he knew what was happening, the corpse had snuck his hand next to his waist and took his flute ( where it had come from, Wei Wuxian didn’t know as well, it was always by his side ever since he could remember ). He watches frozen in his spot, as the corpse puts the flute to his lips.

     His melody was crooked and its music awful, probably due to its inability to move flexibly as normal humans. But as the song formed itself in the air, Wei Wuxian blinks. ❝Wen... Wen Ning?❞

     Young Master, this is the song you used to wake me.

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THE SECRET HISTORY // @wenningg

❝Then take this,❞ Wei Wuxian shoves a scented sachet into Wen Ning’s hand, ❝you know you will need it.❞ He didn’t know entirely what happened to him, but Wei Wuxian’s eyes were as sharp as half a dozen pairs of cultivators of the same calibre as himself. He noticed, since their trip to Biling Lake, that Wen Ning’s illness made him an easy target for possession. Wen Ning must have impaired his soul in one way or the other—broken souls makes less tasty meals, but easy to conquer.

If Wen Ning still refused to take it, he would grab his sash and tie the sachet around it, not permitting any opportunity for decline. ❝I made it myself. It wards away evil spirits. If you want to get better for Wen Qing, then take it.❞ Wei Wuxian is proud of his crafts and would not mind making another, but Wen Ning… a family of physicians yet not cultivators. The sachet would be far more valuable to them than to himself.

[roundandfluffy]

(WenNingg) Wen Ning has come by again, just as nervous about scaring the rabbits as much as he had the first couple of times. His movements are slow and a little hesitant, but he wills himself to sit down some feet from them, a few feet from the tree line he always hid by whenever people got too close for the general’s comfort. Of course, he’s brought food again [courtesy of A-Yuan], but this time he’d hand it out if any of the rabbits was brave enough to go over to him.

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Charcoal lifts his head at the sound of rustling leaves. It is just past dusk and Hanguang-Jun hadn’t woken up to feed them yet. Hearing his little tummy rumbling, Charcoal hops towards the silhouette immediately when he recognized it as human. As the little bunny came close, his nose picks up a familiar scent. Ah, this was someone he knew, didn’t he? He could smell Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui’s scent on him--- an indication that he is a close friend to them. Surely this person couldn’t have been an enemy. 

     Charcoal puts a paw on the stranger’s knee, his nose and ears twitching all as once, as if he was begging for food.

[lanwaangji]

(WenNingg) “Master Lan..” Wen Ning finally manages to approach the sect leader, though his hands seem to be fiddling with each-other due to his regular nervousness. On his head are a pair of bunny ears, made decently well from materials he had managed to gather during his walks in the forests. Without making too much eye contact, the general forces himself to speak loud enough for HanGuang-Jun to hear. “I... h-heard t-that... you l-liked rabbits... S-So I thought t-that I’d...” Did he look ok..?

                                                                                   —  @wenningg

Lan Wangji does not approach people. It is not part of his personality, and he is perfectly contented as such. But even so, there is a part of him, that he finds out only years later since he first knew him, that.... doesn’t seem to quite like this boy. Wen Ning. Of the Wen Sect. A boy with soft features.

It’s an irrational disfavour, born through the ugly green horns. Lan Wangji knows this very well. As such, none of these.. unpleasant feelings are shown on his face or behaviour. He simply, treats Wen Ning as like any other person.

Still, he is a little startled as he hears Wen Ning call his name. Lan Wangji does not approach him. And Wen Ning does not approach either. At least, not that he know of.

He turns after a mini second of hesitation, but what greets him is an image that causes his eyes to widen just a little. 

Rabbit... ears.   That is not something that he expects the Ghost General to wear. In fact... does he even like rabbits? And for what reason is this...?

Wen Ning gives him the answer without his probing. And that only causes him to still further. Judging by what he says... it seems that Wen Ning is wearing it for him...? To appeal to him....?

Lan Wangji does not understand. 

He is silent for a while, studying him for a long time before he speaks, slowly.   “I do.”   Two simple words, and it is a while again before he adds,   “You made it very well.”

In fact, he wants to ask him about the steps he took to make this, and what materials did he use, the instruments he used to make this?