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[ after an embarrassingly long time spent figuring out the functions of the communication bracelet - look, it's a lot to take in all in one go - wei wuxian types out a message that's equal parts honest inquiry and throwing things on a wall to see what sticks. ]

my respectful salute to everyone reading this. my name is wei wuxian, from the yunmeng jiang sect. i have some questions and a request, if it pleases.

[ okay, the manners part is done. wei wuxian can now go wild. ]

from what i've been told, moonlacing is the practice of creating chroma. it requires at least two willing participants, and physical contact is involved.

how much contact is needed? would exposed skin touching covered skin work? how long does one need to be in contact with their moonlacing partner in order to succeed in creating chroma, what's the bare minimum? how exactly is it stored, and can you learn how moonlacing is done? has anyone succeeded in moonlacing by themselves? are there limitations to moonlacing? does it still work if your partner is unconscious, or otherwise unable to participate due to injury or some other misfortune? how quickly can you lose chroma, what's the quickest that anyone's ever drained their reserves?

i have so many questions!

anyway, my request is this: would anyone be willing to help me test the answers to these questions by moonlacing with me? i'll be more than grateful for the help!

thank you for your time!

(ooc: related log over here!)

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[seventeen years. how old are you now, wei wuxian tries to ask, but the words stick to his throat, catching on the back of his teeth and rattling there like pebbles against porcelain. jiang cheng doesn't look that older, physically, and seventeen years, while considerable, is not a great length of time for cultivators, not when they can reach immortality through effort, determination, and the grace of the heavens.

it's soon, then. it'll happen soon, and it'll happen suddenly, because the lines in jiang cheng's face are the lines of someone who hasn't lost the anger of grief.

wei wuxian reaches for jiang cheng, hesitates twice, and then pulls his brother close at the third attempt. his hold is warm, firm, but not constricting; jiang cheng is free to loosen himself from wei wuxian's embrace if he chooses.]

I'm sorry, [he murmurs quietly. he always assumed they'd have more time.]

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[lotus_of_rage]

[It was all painful to remember, the night everything had gone wrong. At the time he had blamed WuXian because he had needed someone to blame for everything that had happened, but he knew WuXian that while he had gotten under the skin of the Wens, they would have found some excuse to do something. No one had been safe with Qishan Wen.

He was kind of lost in thought that he missed the two failed attempts for a hug, but then WuXian was hugging him again. There was something oddly familiar about it. Things hadn't been bad when he was from. They were getting there, but they hadn't yet.

After a moment, he put his arms around WuXian as well, hugging him back]

Thank you. It's something I've come to deal with.

[But he's not going to give WuXian a chance to dwell on this right now. If he could go back in time and be oblivious for a while, he can't say he wouldn't take it. So he can let him be oblivious as well]

So where is this chicken of yours?

[resurging]

[moved here!]