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Harrow is having a slow-motion argument with the Bar over breakfast. She wants water and a little bread, and the Bar does not agree that this is a breakfast.


She has rejected an omelet, a breakfast sandwich, and biscuits and gravy. The Bar is trying a bowl of porridge on her and she's considering it. (She hasn't noticed it has raisins in it yet.)

Date: 2020-10-02 11:33 pm (UTC)
acrookedpath: (rueful)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
Though he is still looking down at the bar, he cannot help but crack a smile at her brutal honesty.

"So I will only have to live at the bottom of lake for several days, not forever," he says.

Date: 2020-10-02 11:49 pm (UTC)
acrookedpath: (hm?)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
His head snaps up.

All words have fled; all he can do is stare at Harrow in pure shock.

Date: 2020-10-02 11:58 pm (UTC)
acrookedpath: (hm?)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
Hoarsely, mouth dry:

"He told you?"

Date: 2020-10-03 12:07 am (UTC)
acrookedpath: (rare quiet)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
Who else could it be, though? There is only him and Lan Zhan. Perhaps there is someone from a world similar to theirs, but if he has lived at the inn for over a month and hasn't met them yet -- and he knows he would remember it, as one meets a traveler from their own land when they are far from home --

He is breathing a little unsteadily.

"We were, once," he says, helpless. "I thought we were."

Date: 2020-10-03 12:16 am (UTC)
acrookedpath: (lwj: night and day)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
"How could it not?" He laughs a little, without humor. "He wanted to play Clarity. He wished to exorcise me. All he could talk about for a time was the harm the resentful energy would do to me."

Swiftly, he pinches the bridge of his nose to swipe the gathering tears from his eyes.

"I told you we had drifted apart before I died, but in truth, Harrow, I pushed him away. Because I thought I could not trust him. And now -- "

Now, he doesn't know what to do. Only that his chest burns with raw feeling, so intense he fears he will never be able to ignore it.

Date: 2020-10-03 01:18 am (UTC)
acrookedpath: (lwj: night and day)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
What he thinks of now, of everything that happened the night before, is not the moments his mind went blank, or Lan Zhan looked at him strangely, or he tripped so hard over his own words that all he wished were to snatch them back out of the air.

What he thinks of is sitting curled up on the floor of the washroom, wracked by so much pain he could only breathe enough to sob the air right back out of his lungs. The small sliver of light on the other side of the door. Lan Zhan's voice, quiet and calm: You are not fine, but you will be.

How he did not hide forever, as he thought he might, but instead chose to walk back out into the light. To the softness of a shared bed; to music, hummed softly against his hair.

To Lan Zhan.

Oh, he thinks. Maybe this is why.

"I do trust him," he whispers. Soft wonder unfurls through the words like a flower blossoming. "I forgive him."

Date: 2020-10-03 01:45 am (UTC)
acrookedpath: (rueful)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
He nods, slowly. At last he manages to look up from the bar and meet Harrow's eye.

"I have survived worse than embarrassment, I suppose." His mouth quirks, wryly. "I have not survived everything, but I have still survived worse. Though I apologize in advance if I am miserable for several more days after making a fool of myself again. I'll get over it."

Date: 2020-10-03 02:00 am (UTC)
acrookedpath: (rueful)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
The crooked half-smile softens. "I will keep that in mind," he says, quietly. "And I thank you."

He catches movement at the corner of his eye, and glances to the slice of bread Madam Bar has seen fit to provide. "She seems to be fussing over you this morning."

Date: 2020-10-03 02:15 am (UTC)
acrookedpath: (serious)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
He frowns, slightly. "Is it not what you wish to eat? Or do you have no appetite at all?"

Date: 2020-10-03 02:22 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
Wei Wuxian sighs -- but it is good-natured this time, not the woeful (and, to be honest, often melodramatic) sighs of the past fifteen minutes.

"Madam Bar," he says, as he places his palm flat against the wood and inclines his head in a small bow. "You would not switch my meals with Lan Zhan's with no warning, would you? Show mercy to Harrow."

Date: 2020-10-03 02:34 am (UTC)
acrookedpath: (slight smile)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
"Ah, Gusu Lan's food is very bland compared to what I like," he explains, but without any judgement to his tone. "Here, I will not ask you to eat it, but -- Madam Bar? May I have a pot of chili oil?"

It materializes, and he removes the lid before nudging it toward Harrow. Even from a handspan away, it smells strong enough to make the nose tickle.

"That is what I put in my congee every morning," he says. "Enough of it that some of my friends wondered how I tasted anything at all."

Date: 2020-10-03 04:29 pm (UTC)
acrookedpath: (slight smile)
From: [personal profile] acrookedpath
He laughs; gradually, in small increments, his good cheer seems to be returning. "She offered one to you as well?" he asks, reclaiming and recapping the chili oil. "I enjoyed mine, but they are rather sweet. I could not see myself drinking them for more than special occasions. Still, if you are not used to strong flavors, I think much of what Gusu Lan prepares would suit you -- though it does not have the simplicity of bread and water, I admit."

Date: 2020-10-03 04:55 pm (UTC)
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Wei Wuxian eyes the plates Madam Bar has set before them. He has known hunger, and he knows that when you have a belly used to little food, it does not take much to fill it. Still, that is... far less food than anyone should be eating, especially when spread over multiple days. Especially when Madam Bar will provide as much food as you'd like without question.

Cautiously, he asks, "Is that... usually how much you eat?"

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