[ true enough, wei wuxian rushes to the park, dressed in modern track pants and a loose top with a high collar. it's a pretty decent mishmash of traditional styling and lunatian fashion, but that's not the important thing here - it's the fact that he can go wild with cultivation and spend some quality time with his nephew!
which means jin ling has all of two seconds' warning upon catching wei wuxian's gaze before lan zhan is moving his hand with unnecessary grace, and lighting jin ling's shirt on fire. ]
Draw the air towards you, Jin Ling! Pull the water out of the air!
[ Jin Ling is wearing loose white trousers and long ivory dress shirt with beautiful little gold filigree embroidery on the collar and cuffs. He’s dressed down but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t dress well!!
You’d think being told he was going to be set on fire would mean he’d bring a cheaper shirt, but. What is he, a peasant?? ]
Unc—
[ The word doesn’t even leave his mouth before he’s on fire, and he curses - motherfucker!! — hotly under his breath as he immediately starts moving his hands to draw the talisman symbol in the air. But he misunderstands at first, bringing a blast of air towards him, and...
Adding oxygen to the flame.
It leaps up higher as he hisses, rewriting the symbols in the air to qualify the water content, and the second attempt blasts him with a fine mist, lessening the flame but not completely disapating it. ]
[ okay, reflexes are good, that rushed talisman isn't so bad, but too many movements! not enough control!
wei wuxian's a little worried for a second there, jin ling, you almost roasted yourself.
with a snap of his wrist, wei wuxian puts out the fire, and then rushes over and... well, slaps jin ling all over, basically, just to get those crispy parts off him. ]
Okay, so it's not too bad, but lots of room for improvement!
[ He gives Wei Wuxian a withering look but takes the slapping despite the indignity, at least for the first few before he finally roughly waves him away. ]
You could have at least waited and said hello, first! I wasn’t ready! You can’t judge me based on that!
[ It is, perhaps, a testament to just how much Jin Ling has rebuilt his faith in Wei Wuxian that he just grumbles about the laugh but then steps over and puts out his hands, without question.
He doesn’t think about this. He doesn’t recognize just how much trust he puts in the man, barely older than him.
But he does.
Even with his hands held out, though, he’s grumbling. ]
Well I’ll show you some practical experience, next time.
[wei wuxian takes both of jin ling's hands in his, thumbs kneading small circles at the meat of jin ling's palms. they're strong hands, but still smooth, not hard-callused by the constant draw of a sword.
may these hands never kill, wei wuxian prays, silently, as he massages the other's knuckles.]
Your hands are soft. That's not an insult, before you get offended - it's good, actually. you don't have a lot of control yet, though.
[wei wuxian folds two fingers on each hand, pushes them tight against the palm until the nails turn white at the quick.]
Hold your fingers closer together. Do you feel the muscles straining?
[ He’s offended. Of course he’s offended. His mouth is half way open to snap at Wei Wuxian that his hands are perfectly hard, thank you very much, but instead he just scowls a bit as his uncle continues.
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i'll see you soon! you wanted to get started now, right?
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right now.
i'll meet you in the park
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[ true enough, wei wuxian rushes to the park, dressed in modern track pants and a loose top with a high collar. it's a pretty decent mishmash of traditional styling and lunatian fashion, but that's not the important thing here - it's the fact that he can go wild with cultivation and spend some quality time with his nephew!
which means jin ling has all of two seconds' warning upon catching wei wuxian's gaze before lan zhan is moving his hand with unnecessary grace, and lighting jin ling's shirt on fire. ]
Draw the air towards you, Jin Ling! Pull the water out of the air!
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You’d think being told he was going to be set on fire would mean he’d bring a cheaper shirt, but. What is he, a peasant?? ]
Unc—
[ The word doesn’t even leave his mouth before he’s on fire, and he curses - motherfucker!! — hotly under his breath as he immediately starts moving his hands to draw the talisman symbol in the air. But he misunderstands at first, bringing a blast of air towards him, and...
Adding oxygen to the flame.
It leaps up higher as he hisses, rewriting the symbols in the air to qualify the water content, and the second attempt blasts him with a fine mist, lessening the flame but not completely disapating it. ]
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wei wuxian's a little worried for a second there, jin ling, you almost roasted yourself.
with a snap of his wrist, wei wuxian puts out the fire, and then rushes over and... well, slaps jin ling all over, basically, just to get those crispy parts off him. ]
Okay, so it's not too bad, but lots of room for improvement!
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You could have at least waited and said hello, first! I wasn’t ready! You can’t judge me based on that!
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[he does conjure fire again, at a distance this time.]
Show me what you drew again, but slowly.
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[ He complains lowly, but then draws in a breath and does as he was asked, retracing the symbols he last wrote in the air.
He pulls the water out of the air again, and.. makes himself damp. ]
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except no he is, oof.]
You'll learn better if you get practical experience. Okay, here, give me your hands.
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He doesn’t think about this. He doesn’t recognize just how much trust he puts in the man, barely older than him.
But he does.
Even with his hands held out, though, he’s grumbling. ]
Well I’ll show you some practical experience, next time.
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may these hands never kill, wei wuxian prays, silently, as he massages the other's knuckles.]
Your hands are soft. That's not an insult, before you get offended - it's good, actually. you don't have a lot of control yet, though.
[wei wuxian folds two fingers on each hand, pushes them tight against the palm until the nails turn white at the quick.]
Hold your fingers closer together. Do you feel the muscles straining?
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Grumbling: ]
Yeah, I feel it. So what?