Wei Wuxian (Wei Ying | Yiling Patriarch) (
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[OPEN] Who tf Let the Dogs Out!?!
WHO: Wei Wuxian + YOU
WHAT: Not-actually-the-Quest. Dogs are fxcking terrifying
WHEN: Soon after his arrival
WHERE: Nightwake, mostly
WARNINGS: Crippling cynophobia aside, probably not much. Will-edit if anything comes up!
[ It's late afternoon in the City. People are going about their lives as they do, minding their own business and so on.
. . . That is, until an utterly petrified yelp can be heard. Soon comes Wei Wuxian, nearly tripping over his robes as he scrambles to try and flee from the pack of flying dogs that seem all too excited to chase after him. From a Great Dane, all the way to goddamn teacup Poodles and fluffy Pomeranians gearing to bite at Wei Wuxian's heels. ]
B-b-b-back off!!
[ Why are so many flying?! More scrambling, it's increasingly more desperate, pleading. ]
Lan Zhan!! LAN ZHAAAN WHERE ARE YOOOUUUU!!??
[ Of all the times in Wei Wuxian's life to be attacked so viciously, his husband is nowhere to be found.
He's going to die. He's truly going to die again; torn to pieces, body and soul, until resurrection will no longer be a possibility.
Tragically(comically), the pack just seems to grow. ]
HEEEELLLLLPPP MEEEEEEE!!!
[ MAKE IT STOP. ]
WHAT: Not-actually-the-Quest. Dogs are fxcking terrifying
WHEN: Soon after his arrival
WHERE: Nightwake, mostly
WARNINGS: Crippling cynophobia aside, probably not much. Will-edit if anything comes up!
[ It's late afternoon in the City. People are going about their lives as they do, minding their own business and so on.
. . . That is, until an utterly petrified yelp can be heard. Soon comes Wei Wuxian, nearly tripping over his robes as he scrambles to try and flee from the pack of flying dogs that seem all too excited to chase after him. From a Great Dane, all the way to goddamn teacup Poodles and fluffy Pomeranians gearing to bite at Wei Wuxian's heels. ]
B-b-b-back off!!
[ Why are so many flying?! More scrambling, it's increasingly more desperate, pleading. ]
Lan Zhan!! LAN ZHAAAN WHERE ARE YOOOUUUU!!??
[ Of all the times in Wei Wuxian's life to be attacked so viciously, his husband is nowhere to be found.
He's going to die. He's truly going to die again; torn to pieces, body and soul, until resurrection will no longer be a possibility.
Tragically
HEEEELLLLLPPP MEEEEEEE!!!
[ MAKE IT STOP. ]
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His martial nephew! And...dogs? Flying dogs? Frowning, he launches himself into the air and puts himself between them and Wuxian, holding out Shuanghua.]
Halt. [Spells are handy for this sort of thing and he sends out a push - directly from Shuanghua - to send the pups on their way.]
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Not that it would matter much either way. Wei Wuxian instinctively rushes to hide behind whoever this is, too rattled with fear to bother taking an actual look.
He can't even speak just yet. ]
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Now, now, you must stop scaring my nephew. That's not very nice.
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Of course they aren't n-nice!
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While I'm here, they won't hurt you. I give you my word.
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Wei Wuxian?
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Recognition will take a little longer, but it's present. ]
You're. . .
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[He holds out a hand.]
Let's go inside. The dogs can't follow us there.
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We met?
[ No, no. That isn't right. They "met," but not in the proper sense of the word. ]
Ah. . .
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Time...functions oddly. If you don't recall me, that might be why.
Still, I am a friend.
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Well, no. But I do know of you.
[ Well, even. And he knows vividly how deeply A-Qing cared for him. ]
I await getting to be more familiar with you, regardless. It's really good to meet you, Xiao Xingchen-daozhang.
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You do?
[He smiles softly and bows, checking Wei Wuxian for signs of scratches or bite marks.]
I would like that very much. Would you like some tea? If I can find some water, I can brew us some.
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