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Lan "part-time churro lad" Wangji ([personal profile] souheki) wrote2019-12-07 04:20 pm
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Lan Wangji
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-05-06 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ she watches him for a long moment, taking all that in. her expression is carefully blank. ]

I don't think any of them asked for it either. [ she says, finally. ] What do you think they can do? You think they can stop that darkness from coming?
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-05-08 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ the ability to see someone's true nature definitely makes her want to like, jump out the window. but she stays where she is, still watching him. he can take his best shot and see her nature. beau's not even sure herself, sometimes. ]

Yeah. Wei Wuxian said the same thing. [ and she agrees. ] There's gonna be some kind of mob, if shit gets worse. Find the Maou, they're the cause, so if we kill them, they bad shit will end. Or you maybe if you find them, you can take advantage of them. You know?

[ she rubs at her arm. ] Maybe the Maou have no fucking idea what they're doing, no more than any of the rest of us. So finding them isn't even going to help.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-05-08 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ lan wangji pulls his guqin out of his pocket and does it right here, where was he keeping it, who knows

but no - they deserve to be protected, he says, and beau actually smiles a little, glancing up at him. ]


... Yeah. [ she says, leaning forward a bit. ] I'll keep my ear to the ground. I'll have something for you when I come see you next. Got some stuff I'm following up on.
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[personal profile] disreguarded 2020-05-08 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ pretzel sleeves 😒 ]

There sure fucking is. I'd really love to not share any more dreams, but - whatever. [ she sighs heavily. ] Still - I appreciate it, man. You don't have to do shit for me but here you are doing it anyway.

[ a beat. she leans down and reaches behind her under the counter, grabbing a bottle of wine. it's the same kind she sold him the other day. she shoves it towards him. ]

Here. Take this, don't argue. Thanks for checking up on me.