Blues dominate, yellows spring up from the little gardens as rogue rock-flowers make use of the ponds and waterways, and the only true splash of vividness is a flash of red whenever Wangji's zhiyin careens through. It is not hard to keep the news of visiting Sect Leader lowkey but it does require that Xichen tactfully sends Sizhui and his friends up the mountain to enjoy a day off in the cold springs if they wish, needing to use some quieter, younger juniors whom he knows will not bring word of Jiang Cheng's arrival to the Jingshi up the hill. No doubt Wangji and his husband will come barrelling in at some point tomorrow when news eventually travels, but if Xichen cannot keep a secret for a single night he is not much of a leader at all.
That is how Jiang Cheng is greeted by two very respectful youths at the gates and led to the Hanshi where Xichen has been secluding himself (save for idle jaunts into the town where no one knows him beyond his title and a gulf of respect so wide it leaves him more alone in a crowd than not). With the knowledge of a visiting guest he actually wants to see lifting his depression somewhat, he has combed his hair and has tea waiting to be poured when Wanyin is escorted in.
His smile is genuine, dark eyes soft as they linger on Jiang Cheng above a bow. For as displaced as he feels most of the time, he anchors onto the other's presence and has a sense of his true self again. ]
Jiang-zongzhu, welcome. Please, sit with me after your journey. Tell me all about it.
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[ Purple is a rare colour in Cloud Recesses.
Blues dominate, yellows spring up from the little gardens as rogue rock-flowers make use of the ponds and waterways, and the only true splash of vividness is a flash of red whenever Wangji's zhiyin careens through. It is not hard to keep the news of visiting Sect Leader lowkey but it does require that Xichen tactfully sends Sizhui and his friends up the mountain to enjoy a day off in the cold springs if they wish, needing to use some quieter, younger juniors whom he knows will not bring word of Jiang Cheng's arrival to the Jingshi up the hill. No doubt Wangji and his husband will come barrelling in at some point tomorrow when news eventually travels, but if Xichen cannot keep a secret for a single night he is not much of a leader at all.
That is how Jiang Cheng is greeted by two very respectful youths at the gates and led to the Hanshi where Xichen has been secluding himself (save for idle jaunts into the town where no one knows him beyond his title and a gulf of respect so wide it leaves him more alone in a crowd than not). With the knowledge of a visiting guest he actually wants to see lifting his depression somewhat, he has combed his hair and has tea waiting to be poured when Wanyin is escorted in.
His smile is genuine, dark eyes soft as they linger on Jiang Cheng above a bow. For as displaced as he feels most of the time, he anchors onto the other's presence and has a sense of his true self again. ]
Jiang-zongzhu, welcome. Please, sit with me after your journey. Tell me all about it.