[Wangji had been there about two hours (four small as they he'd managed to learn they were measured here) when his wandering of the corridors of the sleeping quarters brought him around a corner to see his brother leaving one of the rooms. It took him a moment of blinking in shock and a quick circulation of energy through his meridians for him to realize that he was unlikely to be hallucinating. Which meant his brother - who had turned the opposite direction out the door and was walking away from him - was really here.
What did his brother have to regret?]
Xiongzhang.
[Wangji's voice was raised just enough to be heard at the distance between them and no more. It sounded formal, of course, but Xichen would recognize the shock and uncertainty in the way he called out.]
[ there is a voice calling to him that lan xichen knows in his bones, has heard it all of his life. he helped raise his brother after all, played brother, playmate, friend and guardian when their uncle was busy and their visits to their mother ceased.
he'd heard it call out 'huan-gege' before it morphed ever more formal and polite.
'xiongzhang.'
he'd missed wangji in a way that only an older brother could. had hoped to see him again and never to see him here, but regret had brought wangji here once and xichen is only surprised that the orbs did not try to dig their claws into him much sooner.
he takes a deep breath, turns to get a look at the other twin jade, to try to see what he can decipher from the man before him. ]
Wangji. [ his own voice is steady, the warmth reserved for his younger brother there as xichen steps closer toward him and swallows the dread threatening to overwhelm him; it settles in his stomach like an iron weight. wangji looks as he last saw him at guanyin temple, yes, but he's looked like this since he'd left youth behind him. it tells xichen little; the way he carries himself tells him more, for his brother looked more at ease once wei wuxian's name had been cleared to the great sect's if not the world. there is still rigidness in this man's shoulders.
xichen steps closer, glad for a moment that he chose to dress in the robes he'd arrived in instead of more modern attire. he's been here too long, there is probably much his brother will not recognize in the man before him even if he looks the same. ]
While I selfishly wish we were not having this reunion, it is good to see you again. [ which is a curious thing to say, he knows. ] Forgive me. [ a small, wry smile paints his features. ] I've been on the station a year's time.
[When Xichen turns to face him and begins walking, Wangji continues forward to meet him. He has one hand folded behind his back and his sword in his grip. His expression smooths out as he walks but his eyes widen briefly as his brother's declaration. A year? Xichen had not been missing even a day the last he knew.
Ah but wait. Time was said to be curious here. Since they were trying to undo a regret that time would have to be unwound and undone for, perhaps he should not be surprised that for his brother a year had passed.
Getting control of himself relatively quickly, he tilted his head to indicate his acceptance of the statement.]
Xiongzhang has nothing to apologize for. He has not been missed.
[While that might seem rude to an outside, Wangji means it as a reassurance that his time here had not affected their family or sect. A quick intake of breath and then he met his brother's eyes. There was love there, and relief. Regardless of what made his brother choose this, it was good to see him and to have him there.]
Wangji apologizes that he must ask Xiongzhang's patience in teaching him well.
[ there is some relief in knowing that back home, things are well. at least he has not disappeared wholly from the world. then again, there is no guarantee of that for xichen realizes time is strange here and wei wuxian is not from the time he and huaisang call their present.
he nods, a gentle crease in the corners of his eyes.
there is much to catch up on and discuss, even if there is no gap between them for wangji there is still the matter of being on the station and the deals they have made. there is the technology which xichen has taken long to master and the reality of being in space with such a crew. ] I will do my best to guide you.
[ for xichen doesnβt know it all and is himself sometimes still coming used by the world they inhabit. ] Perhaps over tea? I was heading to the kitchen to brew myself a pot.
[ after all, something familiar might help with the bombardment of new information about modern technology. ]
[Wangji nodded his ascent and turned to head towards what had looked like a dining hall. Presumably the kitchen was in that direction. He was still exploring and could not say for sure. But it seemed the natural way of things to him. He waited until Xichen began walking to fall into step beside him.]
There are many people of... different cultures.
[And most of them are underdressed! his tone implies, if not his words.]
There are many from different worlds, different times.
The sunlight room is the best we have while on the station. The illusion is believable but we get our time with nature in some the world we visit. [but not all.
xichen tucked his arms behind his back, stood straighter still as he walked. that was something that had not been lost to him even after a year of missions, of grief brought on by the pain and suffering caused by intervention with aim to change their own fates.
much else had changed about him.
he lead his brother toward the kitchens and there went to the cupboard, pulled out a box of tea from one and then went to another to acquire a teapot. it was rare that he relied on cultivation for the process of boiling the water but this time to rush it along he poured water into the kettle and heated it with a spell. then the rest was easy, all there was left was to wait. ] What is the last thing you remember, Wangji?
[ he asks, turning to his brother as they wait for the tea to brew. ]
[Wangji hummed in response, more comfortable now that the familiar presence of his brother was at his side. Not enough to relax, but enough to feel just a bit safer and less on edge.
He did not question Xichen's choice to quickly heat the tea. The place he led them - presumably the kitchen - was different enough in nature to what he knew that he felt the risk in attempting to find a place to light a fire was not enough to insist on heating the water properly. Wangji moved to stand opposite Xichen and wait with him. Once it was brewed, he would be happy to serve his brother - as the younger it was only right that he do so.]
Bedtime at an Inn. Between Mo Village and Dafan Mountain.
[Xichen had been here a year, it was likely he wanted to re-orientate himself to the events Wangji knew.]
Sizhui's first night hunt as lead disciple. Mo Village was more dangerous than expected. He comported himself well. He will lead the disciples on Dafan Mountain. barring no other surprises, he will be ready to lead them regularly, without supervision.
[He is so proud, his face has gone soft. Not quite to a smile, but as close to one as he ever gets when he's not enchanted by the rabbits and thinks no one is around to observe.]
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What did his brother have to regret?]
Xiongzhang.
[Wangji's voice was raised just enough to be heard at the distance between them and no more. It sounded formal, of course, but Xichen would recognize the shock and uncertainty in the way he called out.]
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he'd heard it call out 'huan-gege' before it morphed ever more formal and polite.
'xiongzhang.'
he'd missed wangji in a way that only an older brother could. had hoped to see him again and never to see him here, but regret had brought wangji here once and xichen is only surprised that the orbs did not try to dig their claws into him much sooner.
he takes a deep breath, turns to get a look at the other twin jade, to try to see what he can decipher from the man before him. ]
Wangji. [ his own voice is steady, the warmth reserved for his younger brother there as xichen steps closer toward him and swallows the dread threatening to overwhelm him; it settles in his stomach like an iron weight. wangji looks as he last saw him at guanyin temple, yes, but he's looked like this since he'd left youth behind him. it tells xichen little; the way he carries himself tells him more, for his brother looked more at ease once wei wuxian's name had been cleared to the great sect's if not the world. there is still rigidness in this man's shoulders.
xichen steps closer, glad for a moment that he chose to dress in the robes he'd arrived in instead of more modern attire. he's been here too long, there is probably much his brother will not recognize in the man before him even if he looks the same. ]
While I selfishly wish we were not having this reunion, it is good to see you again. [ which is a curious thing to say, he knows. ] Forgive me. [ a small, wry smile paints his features. ] I've been on the station a year's time.
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Ah but wait. Time was said to be curious here. Since they were trying to undo a regret that time would have to be unwound and undone for, perhaps he should not be surprised that for his brother a year had passed.
Getting control of himself relatively quickly, he tilted his head to indicate his acceptance of the statement.]
Xiongzhang has nothing to apologize for. He has not been missed.
[While that might seem rude to an outside, Wangji means it as a reassurance that his time here had not affected their family or sect. A quick intake of breath and then he met his brother's eyes. There was love there, and relief. Regardless of what made his brother choose this, it was good to see him and to have him there.]
Wangji apologizes that he must ask Xiongzhang's patience in teaching him well.
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he nods, a gentle crease in the corners of his eyes.
there is much to catch up on and discuss, even if there is no gap between them for wangji there is still the matter of being on the station and the deals they have made. there is the technology which xichen has taken long to master and the reality of being in space with such a crew. ] I will do my best to guide you.
[ for xichen doesnβt know it all and is himself sometimes still coming used by the world they inhabit. ] Perhaps over tea? I was heading to the kitchen to brew myself a pot.
[ after all, something familiar might help with the bombardment of new information about modern technology. ]
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There are many people of... different cultures.
[And most of them are underdressed! his tone implies, if not his words.]
And there is no nature here.
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The sunlight room is the best we have while on the station. The illusion is believable but we get our time with nature in some the world we visit. [ but not all.
xichen tucked his arms behind his back, stood straighter still as he walked. that was something that had not been lost to him even after a year of missions, of grief brought on by the pain and suffering caused by intervention with aim to change their own fates.
much else had changed about him.
he lead his brother toward the kitchens and there went to the cupboard, pulled out a box of tea from one and then went to another to acquire a teapot. it was rare that he relied on cultivation for the process of boiling the water but this time to rush it along he poured water into the kettle and heated it with a spell. then the rest was easy, all there was left was to wait. ] What is the last thing you remember, Wangji?
[ he asks, turning to his brother as they wait for the tea to brew. ]
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[Wangji hummed in response, more comfortable now that the familiar presence of his brother was at his side. Not enough to relax, but enough to feel just a bit safer and less on edge.
He did not question Xichen's choice to quickly heat the tea. The place he led them - presumably the kitchen - was different enough in nature to what he knew that he felt the risk in attempting to find a place to light a fire was not enough to insist on heating the water properly. Wangji moved to stand opposite Xichen and wait with him. Once it was brewed, he would be happy to serve his brother - as the younger it was only right that he do so.]
Bedtime at an Inn. Between Mo Village and Dafan Mountain.
[Xichen had been here a year, it was likely he wanted to re-orientate himself to the events Wangji knew.]
Sizhui's first night hunt as lead disciple. Mo Village was more dangerous than expected. He comported himself well. He will lead the disciples on Dafan Mountain. barring no other surprises, he will be ready to lead them regularly, without supervision.
[He is so proud, his face has gone soft. Not quite to a smile, but as close to one as he ever gets when he's not enchanted by the rabbits and thinks no one is around to observe.]