[none of this makes sense to wei wuxian's alcohol-addled brain, and honestly, he's stopped trying to make sense of this emotionally charged encounter with this young man. words like uncle and hanguang-jun filter through; the rest, a jumble of words that individually have meaning, but together may as be another language entirely.
jin ling, though - a name, and an affiliation. this wei wuxian can understand, and he makes a small face. jin. lanling jin - the peacock, and his high and mighty attitude. poor shijie, in love with a man who deserves none of her sweetness and her good heart. wei wuxian sighs in despair at the reminder.
his hands have yet to leave the young man's shaking shoulders. no, jin ling's. the child has a name. a sturdy sounding name; pity that he's a jin.]
I can't remember all of you, there's so many Jins. But you're not the peacock, so that's okay. You won't make shijie cry. [wei wuxian sighs again, and this time, he leads jin ling aside, shielding him from the curious eyes now peeking at their little scene.] Let's get you cleaned up, do you want that? Your robes are really nice, and you're crying all over them.
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jin ling, though - a name, and an affiliation. this wei wuxian can understand, and he makes a small face. jin. lanling jin - the peacock, and his high and mighty attitude. poor shijie, in love with a man who deserves none of her sweetness and her good heart. wei wuxian sighs in despair at the reminder.
his hands have yet to leave the young man's shaking shoulders. no, jin ling's. the child has a name. a sturdy sounding name; pity that he's a jin.]
I can't remember all of you, there's so many Jins. But you're not the peacock, so that's okay. You won't make shijie cry. [wei wuxian sighs again, and this time, he leads jin ling aside, shielding him from the curious eyes now peeking at their little scene.] Let's get you cleaned up, do you want that? Your robes are really nice, and you're crying all over them.