... Here he just said—the sudden urge to smack the source of so much pain and heartache over the back of his head for being so perpetually obtuse even at this age, but no, no, that would be meaningless. Or meaningless in any way that gave Wei Wuxian five seconds of frustration release, which is precisely why he steps forward again to attempt to vigorously ruffle Meng Yao's hair.
"A-Yao! I just said no murdering, now you want me to be your murderer? No, stop, stop. I'll defend the ones I care about from all threats I can; I'm not your executioner."
In attempting to sling an arm across his shoulders, he tries to tug him slightly off balance to note, actually more cheerful now, "You're cuter at this age, you know? Maybe now you think love is going to be enough. The problem, of many problems, is craving love isn't enough if you can't accept when it's given to you. Or can't treasure what it is." A loss of that cheer, a direct, unplayful tone of voice. "You were not unloved, A-Yao. Don't make the mistake of assuming what your devious, dark head tells you is the truth of anyone else's mind, heart, or soul."
Thinking one's self not worthy of loving, or what it means to be loved, is... something learned. A work in progress. A reason why he was both amused and confused by find your Lan Wangji and heal, as if there was any process so simple, and how exactly that was supposed to work, even if for a moment it was a nice thought, that Lan Zhan had been pulled here too. Perhaps unfair to the world that'd left him as Chief Cultivator, so no, he couldn't say he wished that; when Lan Zhan left that office, unlike his predecessors, Wei Wuxian knew it would be alive and well and above all, with will and grace.
His voice dropped, only talking for Meng Yao, no smiles, simply serious.
"A-Yao, do you understand yet what I mean when I say be better?"
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"A-Yao! I just said no murdering, now you want me to be your murderer? No, stop, stop. I'll defend the ones I care about from all threats I can; I'm not your executioner."
In attempting to sling an arm across his shoulders, he tries to tug him slightly off balance to note, actually more cheerful now, "You're cuter at this age, you know? Maybe now you think love is going to be enough. The problem, of many problems, is craving love isn't enough if you can't accept when it's given to you. Or can't treasure what it is." A loss of that cheer, a direct, unplayful tone of voice. "You were not unloved, A-Yao. Don't make the mistake of assuming what your devious, dark head tells you is the truth of anyone else's mind, heart, or soul."
Thinking one's self not worthy of loving, or what it means to be loved, is... something learned. A work in progress. A reason why he was both amused and confused by find your Lan Wangji and heal, as if there was any process so simple, and how exactly that was supposed to work, even if for a moment it was a nice thought, that Lan Zhan had been pulled here too. Perhaps unfair to the world that'd left him as Chief Cultivator, so no, he couldn't say he wished that; when Lan Zhan left that office, unlike his predecessors, Wei Wuxian knew it would be alive and well and above all, with will and grace.
His voice dropped, only talking for Meng Yao, no smiles, simply serious.
"A-Yao, do you understand yet what I mean when I say be better?"