prompts / continuations.

[fennu]

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[desultorily]

A fig's worth its weight in silver, some days.

Anyway, what's this about denying your family role to my adopted children? Shouldn't you be happy to be involved? Jin Ling was only your first trial.

[fennu]

I was his uncle, not his mother.

[desultorily]

Did you change his swaddling?

[fennu]

I did everything he needed me to.

[desultorily]

You see, then? Maternal.

And you, threatening to break his legs. As if you'd know which bone to start with.

[fennu]

I know all his bones! I raised them!

[desultorily]

You might have coddled some and broken a few others, so he looks less like his peacock father.

[fennu]

He takes after A-Jie, obviously.

[desultorily]

He smiles like her. When he isn't grinning for the Jin.

[fennu]

He loves like her too. Intensely.

[desultorily]

...so. You've been loved well, then. For sixteen years.

That's good. That's really good.

[fennu]

I didn't say that he loved me like she did, Wei Wuxian.

[desultorily]

No one loves like she did. As if the sun could envelop you, and keep you warm forever.

[fennu]

It was just in her nature. She was like the sun.

[desultorily]

...there are some conversations not meant for dry mouths.

[fennu]

I'm not getting drunk with you, Wei Wuxian.

[desultorily]

All the better. You can fill my cups instead, like a courtesan.

[fennu]

As if I would. Fill your own cup!

[desultorily]

Don't be miserly. We're making our peace.

[fennu]

Then you should be pouring MY drinks.

[desultorily]

Aren't I older? Shouldn't you be honouring my dusting bones?

[fennu]

I'm older than you now, Wei Wuxian.

[desultorily]

Now add the lifespan of every spirit that weighs my shoulders. I'm eight centuries, if I am one day.

[fennu]

I'm talking real years.

[desultorily]

Ah. So you can all tally my death, but me? Be fair. It's mine.