[ Leaving behind their swords — Sandu beside Jiang Cheng's seat, Shuoyue on a stand which she hasn't left in days — Xichen leads them out into the twilight that has fallen over the peaceful quiet of Cloud Recesses. Lanterns have already been lit here and there, sparse but enough to keep the worst shadows away, and the gardens he takes them to have an understated beauty around ponds and little streams. Obediently, all the students are abed (or at least indoors).
Jiang Cheng wears the moonlight well, prompting Xichen to smile back at him as they climb a little bridge. ]
You wanted to talk about things and I have, for my part. It's your turn, I think.
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Jiang Cheng wears the moonlight well, prompting Xichen to smile back at him as they climb a little bridge. ]
You wanted to talk about things and I have, for my part. It's your turn, I think.