[ He doesn't reply to that, just lets them both rest instead.
But the next morning, Jiang Cheng will receive a picture. It's the back of Little Apple's head from the position of the rider, clearly indicating that Wei Wuxian is back on the road.
But, when Wei Wuxian approaches the pier, approaches Yunmeng, there are people waiting, some of their disciples watching, greeting him with their bows and a small smile. ]
[ ... This is definitely different than the last time he was in Yunmeng, the hostility no longer present and oppressing. He's left Little Apple in the Jiang Clan stables, traveling the rest of the way by foot to Lotus Pier official.
It's only when he's outside the doors that he becomes frozen and stiff. What's the saying again? The closer you are to home after a long absence, the more nervous you become. He knows he's welcome, that Jiang Cheng said he could come home, that Jiang Cheng wanted him home — but now that he's here, he feels...
A meow nearby startles him as a stray cat slips by, rubbing up against his ankles before taking off without any preamble. Wei Wuxian takes a breath and opens the door, stepping through the gates. He doesn't know where Jiang Cheng is, doesn't know if he'll seek him out first so he just. Starts walking, tentatively reacquainting himself with his old home. ]
The main offices are empty, as Wei Wuxian steps into them, and they remain so for another hour at least. There might be a desire to see his once brother, might have a wish to ensure the safety of his clan, but being the leader of the clan comes first. Jiang Wanyin has a reputation for harshness, for being demanding, for being too like his mother, but that has done his Sect well.
They have grown strong under his care, and he will continue to help them grow. His disciples understand his ways, and fuss over him as much as he fusses over them.
Eventually, he comes back to his offices, looking more tired than perhaps he ought to, but not a hair out of place to show how busy he had been. Servants are bringing in food, and they're savvy enough to bring another plate for Wei Wuxian, as well.
Slowly, eyes flicking to his brother, Jiang Cheng sits. ]
[ When Jiang Cheng finally shows, the burst of relief, of affection in his chest almost floors Wei Wuxian. He didn't know how badly, how desperately, he wanted to see his brother until now. He gives a wane smile to the other man but then the servants are attending to them, laying out a place setting nearby for Wei Wuxian to eat as well. It's only then that his stomach growls and he realizes, he'd been traveling nearly non stop since he got the approval to return home, he hasn't had much in the way of food lately.
So, he'll take his place at the table setting set for him, hand reaching out near automatically for the little jug of wine they place on the table for him. He pours himself a cup and takes a sip, the old but familiar taste of hefeng wine on his tongue so suddenly that he nearly chokes. But he drinks it back, coughs softly and glances towards Jiang Cheng.
It's hard to focus on anything like putting food into his mouth or the sting of hunger that he inevitably feels when all he wants to do is question Wei Wuxian and make demands of him, but he forces himself to. He has to have eaten something, or he'll let his emotions get the better of him, as he so often does.
Eventually, heart in his throat, he lifts his head. ]
[ There are chopsticks in his mouth, a piece of chicken being chewed upon as Jiang Cheng finally breaks the silence and asks him a question. Wei Wuxian makes a hum around the chopsticks before pulling them out, swallowing, and shaking his head. ]
I was in Gusu. [ Of course he was in Gusu. ] The journey here from there is never too arduous. Little Apple has gotten a lot better about actually taking me places too, so it wasn't difficult getting it to make the trip.
[ He pauses, and there's clear intent to continue on his face before he just opts to take another piece of food into his mouth. ]
[ The way that Jiang Cheng scoffs, a quiet sound of Gusu clicking on his tongue, shows how he feels about that particular titbit of information. The notion of Wei Wuxian settling there, of finding his place there, irritates him, even if he had never let his former brother through the gates of Lotus Pier before now. It's that strange discordance inside Jiang Cheng, trying to find some justification for his grief.
He takes another bite of his rice, he stares at his food, and he tries to find words without snapping and being violent or harsh. ]
[ He hears the scoff, the derision at him lingering around Gusu like a stray cat left out in the cold, and for a moment Wei Wuxian doesn't know what to say about that. He didn't know where else to go, Yunmeng wasn't available to him and where else would be? Lanling? Qinghe? No, at least the Lan clan was good to him. If he couldn't afford a night at the inn, Lan Wangji would let him rest in Cloud Recesses instead, always an open door for him.
But was Lotus Pier equally open to him? No, he didn't think so. Yet, now he's starting to wonder if that was his own misconception, if Jiang Cheng wanted him back but did not know how to say. He used to be able to read his brother so well. ]
Thanks.
[ And then he's quiet again, the awkwardness suffocating. God. He wishes it were like before, where he could tease Jiang Cheng, find their harmony with one another. They used to shoot the breeze like nothing, like it was as natural as breathing, and now...? ]
[ Jiang Cheng's loathing for Lan Wangji is paramount and obvious, even now, so many years later. The way that the now Head Cultivator had spoken to him, of him, so often, the derision in his face, as if he had any right to try and judge what had taken place between himself and his brother... It grinds him, makes him furious, makes him want to snap and gnaw and bite like a rapid dog.
There are few people that he would ever let close enough to understand the depth of his feelings on the matter, on what had happened on that cliff edge. The hours he had spent searching for Wei Wuxian's body, the things that he had done, the way he had saved his flute and cared for it in his grief and his ache.
No one can grasp that. He doesn't think it is possible. And now Lan Wangji gets to be happy?
It makes him furious.
Pushing his bowl away, he raises, hesitating for a moment before he heads to the side door. ]
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i thought i wasn't welcome in yunmeng?
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come on, this isn't new information, jiang cheng
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But the next morning, Jiang Cheng will receive a picture. It's the back of Little Apple's head from the position of the rider, clearly indicating that Wei Wuxian is back on the road.
He is coming home. ]
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Seeing is believing.
But, when Wei Wuxian approaches the pier, approaches Yunmeng, there are people waiting, some of their disciples watching, greeting him with their bows and a small smile. ]
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It's only when he's outside the doors that he becomes frozen and stiff. What's the saying again? The closer you are to home after a long absence, the more nervous you become. He knows he's welcome, that Jiang Cheng said he could come home, that Jiang Cheng wanted him home — but now that he's here, he feels...
A meow nearby startles him as a stray cat slips by, rubbing up against his ankles before taking off without any preamble. Wei Wuxian takes a breath and opens the door, stepping through the gates. He doesn't know where Jiang Cheng is, doesn't know if he'll seek him out first so he just. Starts walking, tentatively reacquainting himself with his old home. ]
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The main offices are empty, as Wei Wuxian steps into them, and they remain so for another hour at least. There might be a desire to see his once brother, might have a wish to ensure the safety of his clan, but being the leader of the clan comes first. Jiang Wanyin has a reputation for harshness, for being demanding, for being too like his mother, but that has done his Sect well.
They have grown strong under his care, and he will continue to help them grow. His disciples understand his ways, and fuss over him as much as he fusses over them.
Eventually, he comes back to his offices, looking more tired than perhaps he ought to, but not a hair out of place to show how busy he had been. Servants are bringing in food, and they're savvy enough to bring another plate for Wei Wuxian, as well.
Slowly, eyes flicking to his brother, Jiang Cheng sits. ]
Hurry.
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So, he'll take his place at the table setting set for him, hand reaching out near automatically for the little jug of wine they place on the table for him. He pours himself a cup and takes a sip, the old but familiar taste of hefeng wine on his tongue so suddenly that he nearly chokes. But he drinks it back, coughs softly and glances towards Jiang Cheng.
He... doesn't know what to say. ]
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It's hard to focus on anything like putting food into his mouth or the sting of hunger that he inevitably feels when all he wants to do is question Wei Wuxian and make demands of him, but he forces himself to. He has to have eaten something, or he'll let his emotions get the better of him, as he so often does.
Eventually, heart in his throat, he lifts his head. ]
Was it a difficult journey?
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I was in Gusu. [ Of course he was in Gusu. ] The journey here from there is never too arduous. Little Apple has gotten a lot better about actually taking me places too, so it wasn't difficult getting it to make the trip.
[ He pauses, and there's clear intent to continue on his face before he just opts to take another piece of food into his mouth. ]
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He takes another bite of his rice, he stares at his food, and he tries to find words without snapping and being violent or harsh. ]
Good. I'll make sure he is fed properly.
[ There. He did it. ]
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But was Lotus Pier equally open to him? No, he didn't think so. Yet, now he's starting to wonder if that was his own misconception, if Jiang Cheng wanted him back but did not know how to say. He used to be able to read his brother so well. ]
Thanks.
[ And then he's quiet again, the awkwardness suffocating. God. He wishes it were like before, where he could tease Jiang Cheng, find their harmony with one another. They used to shoot the breeze like nothing, like it was as natural as breathing, and now...? ]
The chicken is good.
[ Ugh, he's useless. ]
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There are few people that he would ever let close enough to understand the depth of his feelings on the matter, on what had happened on that cliff edge. The hours he had spent searching for Wei Wuxian's body, the things that he had done, the way he had saved his flute and cared for it in his grief and his ache.
No one can grasp that. He doesn't think it is possible. And now Lan Wangji gets to be happy?
It makes him furious.
Pushing his bowl away, he raises, hesitating for a moment before he heads to the side door. ]
Come on.
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