The voice startles him, his head whipping around even as he recognizes it, his expression twisting for a moment before he's just frowning even as he comes to lean against the wall beside where Wei Wuxian's sitting.
There's something different about him, that much anyone can see, but putting it into words is harder than just knowing it's there and he swats at Wei Wuxian's ankle.
Wei Ying snorts at the question, eyebrow raising on his face as he gives Jiang Cheng a pointed look, lips curling at the edges. It isn't quite a smile, but it's almost there. Smiling, much like sleeping, was something that Wei Ying wasn't quite used to anymore either, those months with resentful energy never gave him much to smile about, so when he tries now it feels-- strained. Not really foreign but like he has forgotten the nuances of the gestures.
Instead, he kicks Jiang Cheng's shoulder lightly. Playfully.
"Why are you awake, mmm?" Pot, meet kettle. Humming quietly, he tugs Chenqing from his belt and twirls it idly around his fingers. Thoughtless, habit. "Sleep seems rather trivial at times like this, doesn't it."
He can't argue with that,even if for him, sleep is more an invitation to relive the things he could see when he closed his eyes, the moments he didn't want to think about too clearly. But the kick has him swatting at his brother's ankle, fingers curling around it for a moment.
"I don't want to sleep." After a moment, his head dropping back against the wall, eyes closing.
The hand on his ankle is warm, even through the fabric of his boots, and it stills his movements if only for a moment. Ever since-- ever since his core was removed, Wei Ying finds himself feeling colder than usual, chilled. Or perhaps that is from the resentment that seems to constantly curl around in his hollow chest, either or. He shakes the thoughts and shadows off, watching as Jiang Cheng leans back against the wall, eyes closing slightly.
He looks tired. Worn.
(Protect him)
"Don't want to, or can't. I'm not carrying you if you pass out, I hope you know that." A lie. He would, no questions asked.
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There's something different about him, that much anyone can see, but putting it into words is harder than just knowing it's there and he swats at Wei Wuxian's ankle.
"...Why are you awake?"
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Instead, he kicks Jiang Cheng's shoulder lightly. Playfully.
"Why are you awake, mmm?" Pot, meet kettle. Humming quietly, he tugs Chenqing from his belt and twirls it idly around his fingers. Thoughtless, habit. "Sleep seems rather trivial at times like this, doesn't it."
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"I don't want to sleep." After a moment, his head dropping back against the wall, eyes closing.
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He looks tired. Worn.
(Protect him)
"Don't want to, or can't. I'm not carrying you if you pass out, I hope you know that." A lie. He would, no questions asked.