( there's no reply, at least not in text. it may seem like he's driven wei wuxian away, but they both know better than that.
less than a minute later, jiang cheng will hear his front door open and close, footsteps inside. )Jiang Cheng, ( he barks, striding across the room and to the nearest door - empty room with no signs of life. undeterred, wei wuxian moves to the next door, pushing it open and for the briefest moment stopping short.
the jiang cheng on the floor before him is perhaps what he should have expected from a message like that, but it's still a punch in the center of his chest, and it takes the entirety of his willpower to keep his next exhale steady as he steps inside, dropping to his knees in front of the man who was once his brother (though he leaves a few extra inches of space out of feeble respect for his offer to leave a-cheng be). )
I know, I know - ( he says before jiang cheng can properly figure out how to yell at him. ) This is all my fault, yeah? Which means I'm the one who has to fix it, has to make it stop. I owe you that much.
( as he speaks, he's drawing a knife from his robes which he now offers up handle-first to jiang cheng. please, a-cheng, don't make him put it in your stupid hand by force.
once he's handed off the knife, he traces a line down the inside of each forearm with a fingertip. ) If you cut me - here and then here, it should be enough. Or you can-... ( his lips press together a moment, brow knitting even further for a moment than the focused expression he's had so far. but then it's back to his resolute determination, and - ) Or you can stab me, if you really want. It sounds like I owe you that too, you just... Need to make sure it's bloody enough. Twist it a little, I don't know. ( for what it's worth, he's still offering out his arms in potentially naive belief that jiang cheng wouldn't actually kill him, no matter how angry. )
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less than a minute later, jiang cheng will hear his front door open and close, footsteps inside. ) Jiang Cheng, ( he barks, striding across the room and to the nearest door - empty room with no signs of life. undeterred, wei wuxian moves to the next door, pushing it open and for the briefest moment stopping short.
the jiang cheng on the floor before him is perhaps what he should have expected from a message like that, but it's still a punch in the center of his chest, and it takes the entirety of his willpower to keep his next exhale steady as he steps inside, dropping to his knees in front of the man who was once his brother (though he leaves a few extra inches of space out of feeble respect for his offer to leave a-cheng be). )
I know, I know - ( he says before jiang cheng can properly figure out how to yell at him. ) This is all my fault, yeah? Which means I'm the one who has to fix it, has to make it stop. I owe you that much.
( as he speaks, he's drawing a knife from his robes which he now offers up handle-first to jiang cheng. please, a-cheng, don't make him put it in your stupid hand by force.
once he's handed off the knife, he traces a line down the inside of each forearm with a fingertip. ) If you cut me - here and then here, it should be enough. Or you can-... ( his lips press together a moment, brow knitting even further for a moment than the focused expression he's had so far. but then it's back to his resolute determination, and - ) Or you can stab me, if you really want. It sounds like I owe you that too, you just... Need to make sure it's bloody enough. Twist it a little, I don't know. ( for what it's worth, he's still offering out his arms in potentially naive belief that jiang cheng wouldn't actually kill him, no matter how angry. )