Wei Wuxian | 魏无羡 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
singlelogbridge) wrote2022-02-25 01:37 pm
singlelogbridge) wrote2022-02-25 01:37 pmInbox: Ximilia
// Wei Wuxian
TEXT • AUDIO • VIDEO
XIMILIA
singlelogbridge) wrote2022-02-25 01:37 pm
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
( 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.
no subject
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.