Wandering_Crow



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    Time holds them gently, cradles them through its centuries and millenniums. Watchful, gazing, it guides them on their paths, that start so different, opposing really, until bit by bit, they mingle and unite. Two roads now one, leading to the forewarned End. An Arrangement thousands of years in the making, starting in a Garden and spanning past a would be Apocalypse.

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    Lan Zhan finds himself returning the smile. “Go home,” he urges gently, because it’s cold, and Wei Ying does not look like he’s dressed warmly enough to be out in the streets like this.

    Wei Ying’s smile dims. “A-Ying sleeps here when it’s cold,” he tells Lan Zhan. “When it’s summer, A-Ying likes to stay by the pond!”

    Lan Zhan frowns, looking at the alley around them. His stomach churns at the thought of leaving Wei Ying there. “Has Wei Ying eaten?”

    (Or, the one where Wei Wuxian grows up in the Lan Sect.)

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    It starts like this.

    A hand clutching at his own, warm and loving, as someone ruffles his hair.

    "Be good, A-Ying." His mother presses a kiss to his forehead, giving him a smile that seemed to light up the world. "We'll be back soon."

    And those words morph into the hurt that comes with being a forgotten one, with only broken promises as his company.

    It is like the chill that comes from losing a golden core, that is almost reminiscent to the coldest of winters in the streets of Yiling, and it is like the hunger in his gut, insaitable, feral, a wild fire that cannot be curbed.

    He can only watch, time after again, as he loses those he loves.

    And he wonders if this is the price for going down a heretic path, for his arrogance and naivety.

    ("you bring ruin to everyone you love.")

    In the end, he is always left behind.

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    In which Wei Wuxian, after getting injured on a night hunt, is cursed to relive the most painful memories of his life.

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    “Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, voice unbearably gentle as if he’s afraid he’ll spook Wei Wuxian. “You too are allowed to mourn.”

    Wei Wuxian lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. He looks down at their joined hands and quietly laughs, a painful sound. “You don’t think it’s too late?"

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    Do not try this at home.

     

    Or: Jiang Cheng can raise a sect from ashes, fly a sword from Qinghe to Meishan without stopping, and do the taxes for all of Yunmeng in his head, drunk, but he cannot tell his brother he kind of sort of really wishes he'd come home.

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