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audio | un: xianxian of yunmeng jiang
Bear!? Bear! There was a bear in the bath!
( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )
( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )
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( He doesn't sound disbelieving--he has every indication of being thunderstruck. The woman just said it in his metaphorical and literal ear, with the dryness of the way she could say anything.
But what comes to him with that is: how much. How much else has Jiang Cheng been carrying alone on those broad enough, overtense shoulders of his? All these years? )
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....yes??? And she gave it back. Why are you bringing this up?!
[ And rubbing in one of the more painful memories of his life??? They're pretty much all painful memories that Jiang Cheng has of his life at this point, but like. Wen Qing giving the comb back before, you know, dying horribly an undefined amount of time later is like. Top ten at least. ]
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( He points to his ear, and let us recall this meant he ran buck naked around with a crystal on a string around his neck. (One did require translation, even when bathing, in case not-a-bear comes up to jump you.) )
She didn't tell me that part, just the first.
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