In truth, Lan Xichen is surprised by the invitation to meet Jiang Wanyin for tea; mostly because each time their paths have crossed previously, it has been an accident or his doing. He knows he shouldn't think too much into it, it is only tea after all, but given the conversation he has had with Wei Wuxian and what he has been told--
'Tell him,' Wei Wuxian had said as if it were a simple thing. Xichen is not so shy or wary of approaching the subject, no, but here there is an obstacle to navigate he is not sure how to approach.
Lan Xichen isn't quite used to navigating a world where he is not the elder, where his rank does not put him high above the rest. In a strange way, an even playing field confuses him but Zewu-jun is not one to turn away from something that puzzles him.
It has Xichen feeling somewhat off-kilter as he goes toward the quiet car. Nervous, though there is no reason for such a feeling when a simple invite to tea is not grandeur or particularly out of the norm for two sect leaders. And yet--
'He's waiting for you to give the word.'
In the quiet carriage, Jiang Wanyin is easy to spot in one of the rooms. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment to gather himself and then keeps moving forward.
Xichen offers a gentle smile, dips his head before he joins him across the table where tea is already set for him. "Jiang Wanyin." They've moved closer in that, in this step for familiarity they've breached. "Thank you for inviting me to join you."
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'Tell him,' Wei Wuxian had said as if it were a simple thing. Xichen is not so shy or wary of approaching the subject, no, but here there is an obstacle to navigate he is not sure how to approach.
Lan Xichen isn't quite used to navigating a world where he is not the elder, where his rank does not put him high above the rest. In a strange way, an even playing field confuses him but Zewu-jun is not one to turn away from something that puzzles him.
It has Xichen feeling somewhat off-kilter as he goes toward the quiet car. Nervous, though there is no reason for such a feeling when a simple invite to tea is not grandeur or particularly out of the norm for two sect leaders. And yet--
'He's waiting for you to give the word.'
In the quiet carriage, Jiang Wanyin is easy to spot in one of the rooms. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment to gather himself and then keeps moving forward.
Xichen offers a gentle smile, dips his head before he joins him across the table where tea is already set for him. "Jiang Wanyin." They've moved closer in that, in this step for familiarity they've breached. "Thank you for inviting me to join you."