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singlelogbridge) wrote2022-02-25 01:37 pm
singlelogbridge) wrote2022-02-25 01:37 pmInbox: Ximilia
// Wei Wuxian
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singlelogbridge) wrote2022-02-25 01:37 pm
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with a chilled bottle of wine, and a plate of sliced watermelon, bright red to their white and green rinds. both are meant to be taken, here– )
You defended my honor. Don't do that.
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There's a queen bed in the room and one of the sides holds a nightstand with an assortment of Gwen's things among them. He's cleaned up her clothes and a few other things, but he hasn't had the heart to replace her knickknacks and other reminders. She's also in half of the photos(hers) and sketches(his) that adorn the walls. Aside from the obvious signs of Gwen's lingering presence, there's also a mess of papers and talisman drafts on the desk.
Thankfully, there's a low Chinese style tea table and he gestures McCoy over to have a seat at one of the cushions. As he goes, he lifts his hand to hold up two fingers.]
One: you can't make me stop. [He grins, incorrigible.] Two: he was corrupting my son! What was I supposed to just let him keep going?
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McCoy points the end of the corkscrew at him, ready to launch into the mother of all scoldings about getting dragged into pointless arguments with Xim's Latest Sassy Teen (#5? #6?), until the man drops that. )
Wei Wuxian, if I had a nickel for every– hold up. Your 'son'?
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Ah... well. [He shakes his head and motions for McCoy to please continue opening the wine, thanks, he kind of feels like he needs it. After a long pause, he starts explaining.]
Not by blood. He's not really my son, I don't really have the right to think of him that way. [But he does, and it's obvious.] His parents died when he was just a baby and he was barely three years old when I met him. [He frowns and exhales again, wondering how to explain it all.]
It was all kind of a mess. He...well, you remember Wen Qing? [He pauses then, wondering if he should be sharing this. He'd told a handful of people before Sizhui's arrival, but it feels stranger now that he's here and he decides to omit some of the messier details.] She was his cousin. We all lived together for a while, me and Wen Qing's family. They were war refugees of a sort. [The sort that were labeled war criminals and hunted down until the only ones who remained were the ones under his charge.]
Anyway, I helped raise him for a few years but it wasn't like it was just me. So...I guess I kind of think of him as my son even though he's really not. [He lets out a soft self-deprecating laugh.]
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He's not a wine connoisseur, but he gives the cork a sniff out of habit, before gesturing for Wei Wuxian to hand him his cup. If his esteem for him weren't already through the roof... the selflessness of taking in a child, raising him up into a thoughtful, educated young man would surely do it. )
Well, he's no less yours just because he's not related by blood. And here I wondered if he sprang from your forehead, like Athena.
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He might not know who Athena is or understand McCoy's reference, but he understands the implication enough from context.]
I don't know about that. [He says finally. He'd been starting to think he really could fill that role for Sizhui, but recent conversations have only proven how much he doesn't really know him.]
I was only with him for those couple of years. After that, his situation changed for the better. [He smiles up at Bones and lets out a soft snort.] You didn't come here to hear me talk about all of this though.
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No, ( McCoy acknowledges quite easily, and plucks a wedge of watermelon from the plate, adding before taking a nibble: ) I came to scold you, and I did.
I wasn't very patient with that kid – ( at least, he's pretty sure they're a kid, the childish argument was a large tell, but then again the station has seen its fair share of juvenile adults ) – And I appreciate you going to bat for me, but it was unnecessary.
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How is it I always pick friends who won't let me bully people for them? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I enjoy it? Maybe I'm just a terrible horrible bully. [Pause.] Okay maybe not that, but maybe I do like running circles around people being needlessly rude. [He grins up at McCoy.]
And I wasn't too hard on him. He did sound like someone new and with a bone to pick with you for some reason or another. [He rolls his eyes.]
Who has issues with healers anyway? [He pouts and reaches for a piece of watermelon, carefully biting into it over the plate so he doesn't drip everywhere.]
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The full-on pout from Wei Wuxian nearly makes McCoy choke on his watermelon. Putting it down on his plate, he clears his throat with a sip of his wine. )
Folks who've never known a decent healer. Or just asshats itchin' to start a fight. ( Grin or grimace? Why not both! )
About the last thing we need more of.
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He sighs and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, setting his watermelon rind down and going silent for a moment before he speaks again.]
I know the nature of our deals mean that the people who come to the Ximilia often come burdened with a great deal of pain or anger. Even so, it's strange to me how so few seem to appreciate the wonder of it all.
I never could have imagined any of this in my wildest dreams. Even if you don't include exploring different worlds, just meeting people from different times and places, some who are thousands of years ahead of me and others who come from worlds nothing like mine at all. It's amazing.
You'd think people would want to dive into that. [Pause.] Not be moody teenagers about it.
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( Hi, one Leonard "Grouchypants" McCoy right here. Leaning aside on his hip, bracing his free hand on the floor, he swirls a little of the pinkish wine in his glass, considering Wei Wuxian's statement.
There's something so much like Jim in him, that warmth and optimism, the way he looked forward through even the worst adversity– not with fragile naïveté but steely determination, that the worst things out there in the galaxy couldn't snuff the light of such a kind, sunny soul.
McCoy looks down into his glass, and huffs. )
I was afraid when I first came aboard. Left my world in a hurry, at a bad time. ( Getting jettisoned into space via turbolift and knocking your head does that to a guy. ) I was a bit too ecstatic to get started in the infirmary, in something I recognized.
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He quiets though as he senses the change of mood, giving McCoy his uninterrupted attention. When he'd first arrived he wouldn't have even understood the idea of McCoy "leaving his world," but he has the context for it now and it means he pauses to consider the fear in such a situation. Who wouldn't be afraid at a time like that? Who wouldn't be wary?]
Mmm. It helps to find something familiar. It's grounding. [He quiets again and considers his own arrival. He doesn't think it mirrors most of the other Orbers on board, but then the circumstances under which he'd left his world are probably unique aboard the Ximilia.] When I arrived I was...lost. Too lost to be afraid. Too lost to take in the wonder. I didn't care about anything. I barely cared about my regret but it was...it was worth a shot.
Meeting people here changed that. It helped me care again.