Inbox: Ximilia

[singlelogbridge]

// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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Voice.Un: Aleksander. Post-network terror / the tree

[cruelyethuman]

I hope you found a way down from the tree.

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[singlelogbridge]

[There's a soft sigh before he responds.] Aha...I'm fine now. You saw that, huh? I'm sure most people did. [He groans.] It's stupid I know. I just have this thing about dogs.

Can you pretend you didn't see?

[cruelyethuman]

Of course. [It's low and warm] If you're feeling hungry, I made pickled-- well, I made many different things. In the kitchen. I had help, and that greatly influenced the amount of food. But they are all delicious.

[singlelogbridge]

[He snorts quietly under his breath, reluctantly fond.]

It would be rude to turn down an offer of pickled "many different things." Are you still there now?

[cruelyethuman]

Mystery jars of honeyed vegetables and herring. [Smiling, even if Wuxian cannot see it like this. Pulled by the sound of the soft snort] Not in the same jars, mind. That would be... too much mystery, even for me.

I am in my room. But I could be on my way to the kitchen.

[singlelogbridge]

Ah, there's no need, I only wondered if you were still there. [He's silent for a moment, considering something, and then]

Thank you, Aleksander. For thinking to share with me.

[cruelyethuman]

You are welcome, Wuxian.

[A name for a name, and even months of using his own name hasn't dulled the thrill of hearing it on the lips of another.]

You should try the honeyed and pickled cherries. I used a rather delicious alcohol with it, the label said 'tequila' and the cherries almost melt in your mouth.

[singlelogbridge]

I've become rather familiar with tequila. [Extremely dangerous that tequila. He has a love/hate relationship with it.]

I'll be sure to try them.

[cruelyethuman]

Ah- well. Then perhaps restraint with the cherries is needed. I only had a little while making them, but it was good.