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// Wei Wuxian

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[He closes his eyes when she wipes his cheeks, swallowing over a lump at the affection in the action. When Gwen begins to speak, the lump in his throat grows much bigger and harder to swallow around, and when she's done he nods back at her several times, unwilling to open his mouth for the moment for fear of what will happen if he does.

He'd only just stopped crying a minute ago.

When long enough has passed that he can speak without fear of breaking open, he lets out a shuddering sigh and reaches up to smooth her own hair away from her face, grateful for the healing that has repaired the skin that on their last meeting had looked so angry and painful.]

My jie should never have to be comfortable with violence. [It's nothing to be proud of. Nothing to revel in. When the war came, his life turned to killing and bloodshed, and he wouldn't wish it on anyone. It had been a happier life before then. A peaceful one. If it was in his power, he'd give it to Gwen in a heartbeat.

The hand that's on her face tugs it forward gently until their foreheads can meet with him ducking enough to reach her.]

I understand.

[construing]

〈 gwen’s heart feels too full, tight against her ribs. a good ache. her arms wind around his neck again.

when she drops them, it is to take his hand in hers. 〉

Come on. 〈 she gives him a light tug. 〉 Let’s get off this roof. I’m starving. 〈 time to chow down with…another food pill. thrilling. 〉

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[He threads their fingers together and squeezes lightly, affection filled gaze still trained on her.]

Ah...I still have your rations you know. I kept forgetting. Let's go somewhere where you can eat your real food, hmm?

[construing]

You have food?!

〈 she utters a little shriek of delight and straight up grabs wei wuxian off the roof. 〉

Let’s go, let’s go!

〈 —and she jumps off the roof, holding him. people point up; several shout or glare. another day ending in -y. she has the prospect of food, her friend back, and buildings to swing off. gwen needs nothing else. 〉