[ one day maybe Wei Ying will pick up some of that preparedness. or at the very least be gifted with the ability to foresee where his choices might lead him. it wasn't that he was truely reckless (okay, he was), it was more of a need to deviate from things when he saw something less than favourable happening just off the path and-- how was he supposed to just stand there and let things happen?
simply put, he couldn't. and he didn't.
which is what lands him in times like this, tired to the marrow of his bones and trying to drown out the echoes in his head from the shadows, asking to borrow a white outer layer from Lan Zhan of all cultivators so he can attend a funeral of a man that was so kind to him and Yuan when he didn't have to be.
the smile on his face is bright, as it always is, but fades into something awed when Lan Zhan holds out the robe to him gently.
it's gorgeous. and so much more than what he expected. Wei Ying almost hesitated to reach out to touch it, fingertips ghosting along the fabric gently as he stares at Lan Zhan.]
Lan Zhan, this-- you should wear this one. It suits you. [ gorgeous. elegant. ]
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simply put, he couldn't. and he didn't.
which is what lands him in times like this, tired to the marrow of his bones and trying to drown out the echoes in his head from the shadows, asking to borrow a white outer layer from Lan Zhan of all cultivators so he can attend a funeral of a man that was so kind to him and Yuan when he didn't have to be.
the smile on his face is bright, as it always is, but fades into something awed when Lan Zhan holds out the robe to him gently.
it's gorgeous. and so much more than what he expected. Wei Ying almost hesitated to reach out to touch it, fingertips ghosting along the fabric gently as he stares at Lan Zhan.]
Lan Zhan, this-- you should wear this one. It suits you. [ gorgeous. elegant. ]