[well, it is a goblin market, so does wei wuxian really need any other excuse to be there?
he is legitimately browsing though, looking for something a little hotter than the last peppers lan zhan brought home from market. the pit of hell that is his stomach can handle far worse than those, but maybe he'll find something with a little more flavor here.
the corners of his mouth turn down as he overhears the bits and pieces of deals and promises going on all around him. but it's one in particular that makes wei wuxian stop in his tracks. it's not the subject matter of the conversation, even if he knows what it's like to not be thrilled by one's own changes. it's the voice. he turns around slowly, and jiang cheng could have gills or tentacles or a damn clam shell clamped around his head, he would still know his brother anywhere.
he runs over to the stall, pushing the tonic away so he can take a long look at jiang cheng. his heart is racing, and every beat of it hurts. it reminds him of how much he's missed him, how much he's wanted to see him again. he could form a hundred new families, but yunmeng jiang will always own a piece of his heart.
and then the surreal moment is broken by aefenglom's brightest smile.]
Don't tell me you're still following after me.
[he does a little hop, trying to get his arms around the sect leader's shoulders.]
goblin market
he is legitimately browsing though, looking for something a little hotter than the last peppers lan zhan brought home from market. the pit of hell that is his stomach can handle far worse than those, but maybe he'll find something with a little more flavor here.
the corners of his mouth turn down as he overhears the bits and pieces of deals and promises going on all around him. but it's one in particular that makes wei wuxian stop in his tracks. it's not the subject matter of the conversation, even if he knows what it's like to not be thrilled by one's own changes. it's the voice. he turns around slowly, and jiang cheng could have gills or tentacles or a damn clam shell clamped around his head, he would still know his brother anywhere.
he runs over to the stall, pushing the tonic away so he can take a long look at jiang cheng. his heart is racing, and every beat of it hurts. it reminds him of how much he's missed him, how much he's wanted to see him again. he could form a hundred new families, but yunmeng jiang will always own a piece of his heart.
and then the surreal moment is broken by aefenglom's brightest smile.]
Don't tell me you're still following after me.
[he does a little hop, trying to get his arms around the sect leader's shoulders.]