Uh, literally or figuratively? [give him a half-minute.] Lan Zhan, we're not in the lecture halls, why are you punishing me like this?
[he has his answers, of course, for both - but that they're discussing such things in the here and now is throwing wei wuxian for a loop. whatever expectations he might've had about this meeting, it certainly didn't include this, an existential exercise in the middle of a veritable nowhere with the promise of alcohol and good company as a lure.
wei ying huffs, and pouts, and then exclaims loudly when lan zhan ties his wrist with his forehead ribbon— as if he's a child! he should take offense!
(but he doesn't. he just feels fond, and also like he's forgetting something important, something that's wrapped up in the warmth of a memory. meanwhile, the brand scar on his chest aches.)]
A gully is hardly an abyss, but a man who falls into it is either a fool for forgetting his own feet, or a victim of a betrayal, if he's surefooted in the company of another. But if you truly mean the abyss— Lan Zhan, isn't that a little too dark, even for you?
To fall into the abyss - to fall willingly - is to yield to suffering. To suffer alone, and see no end or hope. The abyss welcomes the desperate, doesn't it?
Lan Zhan, is that why we're here? Are you troubled?
[wei ying turns his wrist, so that his fingers are grasping at the length of ribbon not in lan zhan's hand. they're not touching, not yet, but wei ying's grip is firm as he pulls on the band.]
no subject
[he has his answers, of course, for both - but that they're discussing such things in the here and now is throwing wei wuxian for a loop. whatever expectations he might've had about this meeting, it certainly didn't include this, an existential exercise in the middle of a veritable nowhere with the promise of alcohol and good company as a lure.
wei ying huffs, and pouts, and then exclaims loudly when lan zhan ties his wrist with his forehead ribbon— as if he's a child! he should take offense!
(but he doesn't. he just feels fond, and also like he's forgetting something important, something that's wrapped up in the warmth of a memory. meanwhile, the brand scar on his chest aches.)]
A gully is hardly an abyss, but a man who falls into it is either a fool for forgetting his own feet, or a victim of a betrayal, if he's surefooted in the company of another. But if you truly mean the abyss— Lan Zhan, isn't that a little too dark, even for you?
To fall into the abyss - to fall willingly - is to yield to suffering. To suffer alone, and see no end or hope. The abyss welcomes the desperate, doesn't it?
Lan Zhan, is that why we're here? Are you troubled?
[wei ying turns his wrist, so that his fingers are grasping at the length of ribbon not in lan zhan's hand. they're not touching, not yet, but wei ying's grip is firm as he pulls on the band.]
Talk to me. Are we not friends?