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sizhui | wen yuan ([personal profile] wenyuan) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2021-08-09 10:15 pm

open!

Who: Wen Sizhui and open to all with two closed starters
Where: All over the train
When: Day 20 - Merriment
What: Wen Sizhui about and interacting with people as he tries to get back into the swing of things.
Warnings: mentions of death and execution and murder (past).

Kitchens
There is a sense of calm when he goes through with the meal preparation of the month. The task is familiar enough that it makes him smile. Sometimes one needed the familiar motions of chopping, preparing, and cooking to help them feel centered again. He hears a clatter and looks up from where he's washing dishes with a warm smile.

"Oh! Were you looking for me?"


Quiet room
Sizhui takes a deep breath in then releases that same breath out, slow and steady as he settles into a meditation practice that Hanguang Jun had taught him since he was a young boy. His eyes slowly close. Another breath in, breath out.

The door slides open and Sizhui doesn't move from his place, instead remaining calm and smiling softly as his meditation is walked in on.


Spending time with brother
Sizhui makes his way through his brother's usual haunts to see if he could find Sizhui. There were quite a few things they needed to talk about. He pokes his head around the corner.

"Ah, didi?" he calls out. "Are you here?"


shovel talk with Dennis
Someone else he wanted to talk to was his friend Dennis. Well. His friend for now. Depending on how things go, he may gain another brother soon enough. Though he wonders if Dennis truly knows what it means to be invovled with a Lan. He only knows from the stories he's heard from Xian-ge and Hanguang Jun.

"Dennis?"
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Quiet Room

[personal profile] eternalinquiry 2021-08-30 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The door opens and reveals Lan Wangji, seeking his own quiet if he is judged by the tiredness in his eyes. He stops and stares for a moment, a little taken aback by a familiar face in black and red before he hesitantly enters and closes the door.
He doesn't attempt to break the silence, just sits next to him and slowly begins to settle into the rhythmic breathing they are both so familiar with.

He feels some tension seep from him as they sit together, waiting patiently for calm. Sitting beside his son, even if it is not the one from his world, has always helped to bring him peace.