bang! crash! the lightning flashed!! -- that's another story, nevermind, anyway!

[qingxinling]

Jiang Wanyin sweeps along the shores of the lake, glowering. This is not his beloved Lotus Pier. These waters are cold, foreign, uninviting. Clearly there's been some trap: he's been distracted by duty in this hunt, and when he followed the slight tug in his chest, he ended up getting pulled into unfamiliar territory.

No matter. He draws himself to full height, letting cool arrogance slip down his shoulders and suffuse him. Sandu is naked in one hand; Zidian crackles in the other. He can handle whatever monsters may arrive.

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[sagramore]

"I have to admit, I've only seen Lan Wangji's husband with him once, at the talent show. That ended rather spectacularly. Have you ever seen him tie Wei Wuxian up before?"

[qingxinling]

Jiang Wanyin is a talented cultivator who has long had exquisite control over his own body and its reactions -- possibly since the very start of the Sunshot Campaign, for reasons he's electing not to remember or think about right now. So he doesn't heave at the thought! "Who fucking hasn't," he snaps, and gives this man an intent, pleading look that probably just looks like another, deeper glare. "So you know him. So you'll give him the messages."

[sagramore]

"Absolutely. Word for word."

[qingxinling]

"Repeat them back to me?"

This comes out, to Jiang Wanyin's chagrin, as more of a question than an order.

[sagramore]

Sagramore opens his invisible notebook and reads: "His nephew says he had better not show up on his doorstep half-dead out of nowhere, nor show his face in Lanling should he plan on disappearing again."

[qingxinling]

Mollified, Jiang Wanyin's frown loosens up by .02 degrees. "You may say this message came from Jiang Wanyin," he says, magnanimously. Wei Wuxian will know, but -- he wants to be certain of it.

[sagramore]

"Jiang Wanyin," jotting it down. "So noted."

[qingxinling]

The frown settles back into its usual lines. Jiang Wanyin retrieves his writing utensils from his qiankun bag, and then takes his brush in hand. "You hold it like this," he says, demonstrating: a favor for a favor.

[sagramore]

"Oh, I see." He changes the writing implement in his grip from a pen to a brush, and imitates the swish of Jiang Wanyin's calligraphy.

[qingxinling]

"Better," Jiang Wanyin says. It sounds grumpy because he always sounds grumpy, but he is feeling a little more assured that his message will reach the correct recipient. Unlike some assholes he could name, Jiang Wanyin is impeccable in his manners and sense of propriety; he bows to this strange simple man, formal and polite.

[sagramore]

Sagramore bows back, equally polite. This appears to be a dismissal, so he clicks his tongue to Fenyes again and leads her on.