text; un: weiwuxian

[resurging]

question: if you were, hypothetically, to trap a spirit in an inanimate object, how would you go about it?

[ this post was brought to you by: horror movie nights with the nephew! hooray! ]

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[inheritedpain]

[ And then here comes Jin Ling like a bullet out of a gun, sliding right out from under the bed and then jumping on his uncle's back to cling to him tightly around the neck. ]

Stop it!! STOP IT!!

[ He's doesn't even fully register what he's doing, he's just reaching out to try to grab at his uncle's arm when suddenly the purple crackling whip that is Zidian is sliding up of of Jiang Cheng's arm and onto his wrist, turning back into the twirling silver snake bracelet.

It shocks him enough that he just falls off Jiang Cheng's back and hits the floor. ]

[consignation]

[ it takes jiang cheng a second to even register that zidian is no longer in his possession. what hits him first is a sense of all-over wrongness, like the severing of a limb, and then his head jerks between his bare hand and where zidian now sits wrapped around jin ling's wrist⁠— ]

Since when⁠—

[ he starts to snap, but of course he already knows the answer. since always, surely. zidian protects this family, answers to one master but knows well that master's heart.

wei wuxian could take it too, if it ever occurred to him to try.

jiang cheng stops, eases the chokehold on wei wuxian. he sags to the floor, unable to hold onto even his mock anger, his show of indignant rage.

this is his family.

swallowing hard, he shifts his grip to crush wei wuxian against him instead. ]

You're both idiots.

[ and he loves you so much. ]