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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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[construing]

〈 can’t focus on his glee, busy with a tiny crisis. 〉

No, you didn’t, you dick! Oh, God, I thought I couldn’t tell ages anymore.

〈 she presses a hand to her chest. 〉

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[Cheerfully.] Oh, well. We do! And both Zewu-jun and Nie-xiong would certainly be considered young in cultivator circles.

Not children of course, but still inexperienced.

[construing]

〈 gwen squints at him. 〉

No.

〈 she holds up her hands in front of her and shakes her head firmly. 〉

Huaisang, I can give you. But Xichen is fucking old. I thought he was an old soul, no. He’s just old.

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[An old soul...?]

Aiya, this rudeness! [He's absolutely loving it.]

Don't you know we should respect our elders, Gwen?

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〈 american zillennial says, 〉 No.

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[That gets a laugh out of him and he leans against her side, eyes catching sight of the sketchbook again and going soft.]

I can't believe my a-Yuan is near twenty. That's...he might be older than me, can you believe it? I wish—[He stops himself, lets out a soft sigh, and then continues against his better judgment.]

I wish I could have seen him grow up. It's enough that he did. More than enough. But I would have liked to have seen it.

[construing]

〈 every parent does. the last words her mom spoke to gwen were about love, she knows. her dad has always told her how proud her mom would be of her. but she wonders…

wonders about several things, in fact. 〉

Wei Wuxian? 〈 she waits until he looks at her before asking, 〉 What was the deal you made?

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[His eyes shoot to hers and he freezes, his shoulder stiffening as he meets her gaze. He holds it for a moment and then looks away, his expression gone distant.]

If my regret is undone, the battle that took my sister's life will never happen.

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〈 a prickle of unease spreads across her skin. she cannot rightly tell if it originates with her…or with venom. 〉

You made a deal about the battle?

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Gwen. [The word is quiet and there's a warning undercurrent to it. It isn't a tone he's ever taken with her before.]

The specifics don't matter. It will accomplish what I need it to.

[construing]

〈 her eyes search his face. whatever she finds, her mouth presses into a line.

her voice is no louder than his when she says, 〉 You fucking idiot.

〈 the portrait, she leaves on the bed. her phone she takes in hand. her heart is pounding and she wants to hit something. she leaves before that something becomes wei wuxian. 〉

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[It's several minutes before he leaves the room, and when he does, he does not follow.]