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[guillotineroom]

[when you open your eyes, you find yourself in a pleasant greenhouse. the sweet scent of flowers surrounds you, and the sun shining through the glass ceiling invigorates you from within. there are stone benches on which you can sit, and if you're hungry, there's a garden table with some refreshing tea and scones available to you]

[the voice– the good voice– echoes in your head again]

YOUR DESIRES. . . CREATED THIS REALM. IT IS YOURS. . . IT IS NOT TYPHON'S! I CAN USE THOSE DESIRES TO GIVE YOU A SAFE PLACE. . . FROM WHICH TO FIGHT.

BUT I CANNOT DEFEAT HIM. . . ONLY YOU CAN. ONLY YOU– WITH YOUR OWN DESIRES!! YOU CAN. . . RESHAPE THIS WORLD. . . HOWEVER YOU'D LIKE!

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[strikingchords]

Is that all Wei Ying will wish for?

[laughitoff]

It's already a lot, isn't it? And it's concerning this world in particular.

[the card in his sleeve...well, if it disappears at the end of all this, then it is still a precious thought from Sprezzatura to carry, and if it doesn't, then it bears more time for thought.]

I guess we should think of something for the loud one out there, it's no good to fix the place around him but leave him still stomping around.

[strikingchords]

Perhaps.

[his fingers tighten on Wei Wuxian's a little...]

...

Whether Wei Ying considers more than "this world in particular."

That is what I must understand.

[laughitoff]

[exhales and looks up at him. it's not enough time, he thinks, but what he said to Lan Wangji applies to him too. he has to make some decisions based on what he has now, and no more.]

My own failures? ...I suppose I do consider them.

[strikingchords]

...

Not my meaning, precisely.

But would hear more, if you would speak.

[laughitoff]

There's not much to say.

[fiddles with the edge of his sleeve]

Sprezzatura Vaux...bought me a wish. I'm thinking about what to do with it, but I'm not going to make it now.

[strikingchords]

[...nods, glancing away... a little painful, maybe]

Will he tell me his decision, before he makes it?

[laughitoff]

Yes, of course. You and Shijie, I'll tell you both.

[strikingchords]

[very still, looking out into the maelstrom past the greenhouse now; unpressing]

Will he ask our wishes first then, as well?

[laughitoff]

[inclines his head; yes]

Should you wish to tell me.

[strikingchords]

...

[lifts Wei Wuxian's hand in his own to his mouth, lightly kissing the backs of his knuckles]

That you would be willing is Wei Ying's gift. Would not reject it.

[laughitoff]

Lan Zhan.

[he's not going to pull away but he IS going to fluster about it]

[strikingchords]

...

[looks at him again, over their hands]

Then, will ask that this be a place where such promises may still be kept. Desires, still granted.

[laughitoff]

Oh.

That's--a good wish.

[strikingchords]

...

[searching Wei Wuxian's face, for a moment, not able to quite parse that reaction immediately...]

[laughitoff]

[it's a bit guarded -- wistful, maybe? longing? he doesn't know how far the power of a single wish stretches, it would be nice to keep the change to work for more, in a fashion other than what Typhon dictated...]

[strikingchords]

[...leans against his side, a bit]

Another request.

That the garden be maintained.

[laughitoff]

...I didn't ask anyone to check on it before we left, it's probably gone to weeds by now...

[strikingchords]

It is not.

[very certain]

[laughitoff]

[hey]

Did you--

[strikingchords]

What Wei Ying grows is not forgotten.

[laughitoff]

[tips over sideways on the bench and WHINES]

[strikingchords]

[...

squeezes his hand again and shares his emotions in this moment with him: near-painfully sweet affection, amusement, judgment without teeth...

it's overlaying a sort of wistful solid certainty, too. Lan Wangji doesn't know what Wei Wuxian will decide or what the results of this effort or later wishes will be, but whatever happens, he does not regret being here right now.]

[laughitoff]

[this is awful. what is he supposed to do with this. live with it, maybe]

Terrible man! No concern for other people's fragile hearts!

[strikingchords]

[the amusement deepens]

None?