( it isn't early-morning remorse. it's remorse he had the courtesy not to wake lan zhan with after nine in the evening, after stewing awake on it for a handful of hours. but that's a semantic difference, and it doesn't matter. what matters is how painstakingly long it takes to receive a reply. and then when it comes, it's so dismissive. )
Why is it that you get to apologize all you'd like but when I try to do so, it's appeasement?
There are the times when I'm recognized, cursed for the loss of a life that I never took, or one that I took grudgingly in self-defense. It frustrates me, at the time. I feel like I don't deserve it, not after this long.
But then I consider all that I have done.
( the wens' sacrifice. jin zixuan. shijie. jin ling left parentless, jiang cheng left alone in this world as well. promises repeated time and time again and then broken as if they were nothing. all that lan zhan endured in wei ying's name and absence. )
I'm not sure it makes any real difference what I think, regardless.
It was a bit less controversial than wearing Jiang's purples and blues under Madam Yu's critical eye. She left Jiang Cheng unharrassed for a month once I made the switch.
I always assumed I'd switch colors again one day, if I ever found reason enough. Appeasing senseless prejudice was never quite reason enough.
Red and black, anyway. I'm not sure I'm suited for red on the outside as well. But regardless, I'm glad you approve.
In exchange, I'm compelled to inform you that now that no one has died and no further mourning is required, your blue robes aren't so terrible either (if you even still have them). Nie Huaisang was struck thoroughly dumb by your elegance in them, and while that's neither difficult to achieve nor a personal goal of yours, well. He wasn't wrong.
Your doorstep so as to knock, Lan Zhan, I don't plan to sit there. It would be awfully inconvenient to read disciplines and have my hands prepared for calligraphy on your stoop.
( first comes a picture of a rectangular slip of talisman paper, full to the edges with an inked swarm of bunnies, each wearing a lan headband. some feast on carrots, others climb over one another or sniff at the air, while still more nap huddled together as he has often seen them do. )
I thought, what with the unfathomable length of your disciplinary tome, that we might like a bookmark to hold our place.
Which I suppose also carries the bold assumption that we'll be reading more than once, but there it is.
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Why is it that you get to apologize all you'd like but when I try to do so, it's appeasement?
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You mean to placate.
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You think yourself unworthy?
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There are the times when I'm recognized, cursed for the loss of a life that I never took, or one that I took grudgingly in self-defense. It frustrates me, at the time. I feel like I don't deserve it, not after this long.
But then I consider all that I have done.
( the wens' sacrifice. jin zixuan. shijie. jin ling left parentless, jiang cheng left alone in this world as well. promises repeated time and time again and then broken as if they were nothing. all that lan zhan endured in wei ying's name and absence. )
I'm not sure it makes any real difference what I think, regardless.
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I always assumed I'd switch colors again one day, if I ever found reason enough. Appeasing senseless prejudice was never quite reason enough.
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Red will do.
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In exchange, I'm compelled to inform you that now that no one has died and no further mourning is required, your blue robes aren't so terrible either (if you even still have them). Nie Huaisang was struck thoroughly dumb by your elegance in them, and while that's neither difficult to achieve nor a personal goal of yours, well. He wasn't wrong.
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You think there is nothing to mourn?
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Right. That was careless. I shamefully retract all of that, aside from perhaps the compliments.
Those too, if they offend.
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The altars. That will be your apology.
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The altars, then the library for the disciplines, then perhaps your doorstep if it can at all be considered evening by that point.
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Would you like to see how I filled the unbearably long hour before you mercifully broke your silence?
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( For the inevitability of their next... dispute. )
Show me.
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I thought, what with the unfathomable length of your disciplinary tome, that we might like a bookmark to hold our place.
Which I suppose also carries the bold assumption that we'll be reading more than once, but there it is.
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They are at ease.
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