voidtreckerexpress | Imagination 12, on the train, dining car

Forget the pandas. WuXian is WangJi's favorite cling-on. Fluffy pandas and bunnies still couldn't compare to his Wei Ying.

"Yes, that was unexpected. It was not something that I wanted to happen and I do not wish for it again."

He reached up to stroke his partner's long hair, thinking about that for a moment before speaking.

"The idea was given to me... that we should have another wedding on the train. How do you feel about that?"

Sitting across from his dear nephew, recognizing his voice. He isn't quite happy, in fact quite melancholy and tired, but adjusting from the exhaustion of the last mission.

"Ah, I don't drink. I can suggest coffee if you're tired?" At his question, "I'm all right. I'm not injured since I boarded on time with the others. I spend most of my time with the supplies and the pandas. What about you?"

Wei Wuxian sighed heavily, but agreed. He also got up to follow Trunks to the Kitchen. "You sounded like my husband just then," he sai with a laugh. "Though his hair his longer. And he's prettier. And taller. And..." I'm sure Trunks gets the picture.

Wei Wuxian's head came up, fast. "A wedding?" He grinned widely. "Yes!"

"I'd ask if you were trying to make an honest man of me, but..." he chuckled ruefully.

"Oh! For my groom's tea, can I invite Wen Qing and Xingchen Xiao?" They were the closest thing he had to family here. Well, besides their son, but there was no way Sizhui wasn't being invited.

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Wei Wuxian made a face. "I've tried it. I'd rather have tea, honestly."

He sat back and looked at his uncle. "He won't be gone long, you know," he offered softly.

"Mission? I...brought a flute to a robot fight. Not my brightest move, uncle. Though I did figure out a way to combine the Resentful Energy, my Golden Threads, and a protection talisman into a large web to hold the ground together. It wasn't entirely successful, but for a prototype I think it went well."

(Ooc: He is debating on telling him of the eye thing. You want to wait?)

Be careful, he might get put to work if he follows. "As long as he's not the jealous type because I'm feeding you, it'll be fine." He said lightly.

Once they're in the kitchen, with some space, Trunks once more produces his capsule fridge as Wei has seen before. Opening it, he's reaching in and pulling out one of the beer cans, then passing it to Wei. "Don't open that yet Do you know how to use cans?" The mini-fridge could stay out for now, as it didn't take up too much space.

Then Trunks set about to making sandwiches--something even he couldn't really mess up, thankfully. One of these and a bottle of water was passed to Wei as well with a hint of glare and "Eat this first". Other water bottles went into his backpack, as did sandwiches, so he could take them around the train and make sure people were eating and drinking and resting some.

"I preferred tea as well, but coffee does have that kick when I need it in the morning."

He sighs and relaxed. "I don't know. I can't help but to feel guilty somehow. I'm the last person he spoke with. I thought much and if he's going to come back, it will him give some peace to know that I had been waiting for him."

He listens, "You tried your best for everyone, but don't overexert yourself."

[ooc: It could wait! Once he has the news or is ready to give it, I do have an inbox open! Or it can be handwaved later on]

WangJi smiled at WuXian's easy agreement for them to have a wedding. It made him happy to hear that. Not that he had expected him to disagree, but still.

"Good. I'm glad." He nodded his head once. "I think it is too late to for that."

He can't make an honest man out of you. They've already done too much.

At the question, he nodded his head again. "Mn. They can come."

"Very well, I will leave persuading the patient to you then," she agrees, a little amused. It would be hard to withstand Wei Wuxian's enthusiasm, even if he is initially skeptical. She gives a snort. "As long as the train understands these eyes are intended for a transplant and not as a trophy, we should be fine. It has been good at giving me exactly what I need for my purposes, even when I didn't specify."

Another grin flickers over her face as she lets her eyes wander down the length of the train carriage, and imagines Jiang Cheng storming around here. That would be sure to tax everyone's nerves. "Jiang Cheng, here? I can't see him being happy to be locked up in a small space with hundreds of people."

That's okay, he's used to being put to work. "He's not! He knows where my heart is. Literally and figuratively," Wei Wuxian said with a wink and a cheeky grin.

He oohed over the capsule fridge again. "I wish I could fit something that size in my pouch, but I don't know if it would work." He stared at the can and gave it an experimental shake. "....no."

Wei Wuxian immediately put the sandwich down, opened it, and took out a spice container from his sleeve, shook spices out onto it, put the spice container away, closed the sandwich, and then took a big bite. "Oh, yeah, that's good! Thank you!"

"You could get one, from the store. Just don't put it in the ARMS band. I'm not sure Capsule tech is compatible with 'em, and I don't want explosions or worse." Trunks replied while continuing to stuff his backpack. At least as much as he could, which was quite a bit.

"Sorry it's not spicy enough. I'm trying to keep 'em bland, but good, for anyone. I'm making sure people at least eat, drink, and take about 10-15 minutes to rest." Trunks said, coming over and pulling out one of the Hetap-cans. Then he came to sit opposite of Wei, with no plans to show the other man how to deal with a can until he finished the sandwich.

"I will be very careful," he promised, not specifying if he meant his uncle or the train.

"I would drive him mad within the week. And that's if he came from a time period where he actually liked me!" Wei Wuxian said with an enormous grin.

"Excellent!" For his reward, a kiss from his once, current, and future husband. "Where do we want to go for our honeymoon? Your bunk or mine?" Wei Wuxian asked with a laugh.

"You? Need a kick to get going in the morning?" Wei Wuxian was deeply surprised. "I thought that was only me. At least here it isn't Jiang Cheng kicking me." He rubbed his thigh. "I really don't miss that."

He nodded at his uncle's admonition. "I...will try not to. But it is hard not to want to do your best for the people who mean a lot to you. But I don't have to tell you that."

"Please don't feel guilt. Instead, feel happy that he's heading in the right direction," Wei Wuxian advised. "He is actively trying to be a better person. He doesn't always succeed, but we are all works in progress, right?"

"Coffee helps me stay awake and alert. It has caffeine in it, unlike tea." He explains, amused at his nephew, he actually smiles at the thought at the mention of his sect brother and shidi.

"You mean a lot to me, my nephew. And your husband, Lan Wangji. The both of you helped me. I realized I'm..." He trails off, trying to find words to say. "I should have asked for help, but I was on my own. I thought I could handle it and I was helping others to make the world a better place. I know Xue Yang for a long time. He was horrible, but only because he was misguided and he doesn't know how to treat and care for people, much less himself, let alone love."

With a sigh, "That time, when it happened moments before I died. He was jealous of Song Lan, so I killed him by accident in my blindness and he let it happen. He lied to me because he finds amusement in torturing us through pain and hurt, but in reality, he was acting out his arrogance and deep fear. I realize this now."

Shaking his head, "It's still my fault. He doesn't blame me anymore, but in the past he did. But I can see he is trying now. He hasn't matured much because he still hated Song Lan, but that's...something I couldn't do or make up for because Song Lan is back home and I am dead there. Here, I am alive and...I'm trying to figure out what I could do for myself and everyone here, and set things right again."

A pause, a beat, realizing he's pouring out, "I'm hoping I'm not overloading you. My death is a painful one, to everyone, and I'm trying to heal from that."

He leaned in to kiss WuXian, cupping WuXian's cheek with one hand as he kissed him. At the question, a faint smile - one might call it amused if they knew him well enough - crossed his face.

"One one night, and one the next night."

Not that it really made a difference either, but why not.

That actually gets a snort of laughter out of Wen Qing, as well as a fondly exasperated look. "And then where would you be running to escape him? This is a train, at the end of the train he would catch up to you!"

It would be entertaining, though, she's got to admit that to herself. At least for a day or two, at which point the hollering is bound to give everyone a headache.

"Oh, then I'd better not put one in my pouch either. I think the Arms Band works similarly," he said, pulling out his flute, then putting it back.

"I have noticed that most people on this train have unrefined palates," he said sadly. "Willow and A-Qing enjoy my cooking though. How do you handle spices?" he asked, offering a bite of his sandwich. He pouted a little at the can, but drank his water.

"Excellent," Wei Wuxian said with a happy smile.

"Oh...what are we going to do with A-Qing?" he asked, going back to the wedding.

"Probably a good idea." Trunks agreed, watching Wei pull out his flute and then put it back. "I have yet to meet a food I haven't enjoyed. That's your sandwich though, so you eat it. Just save me a portion next time you cook." Trunks grins, and pulls over Wei's can of beer.

"So, because it's carbonated, you don't want to shake this kind of drink. Anything that's a soda, or carbonated, will build up under pressure in a closed vessel when shook. Like a can. So when you open it, you get an explosive jet of liquid." Fortunately, Trunks knew how to counteract this a bit.

Wei Wuxian grins at Xingchen's smile. His uncle needed more happiness in his life. He was excited to find out from Wen Qing if his idea would work, but he wasn't going to bring it up until she signed off on it.

He nodded at the description of Xue Lang. "I am trying to be a better mentor to him. Our histories, orphaned early, lived on the streets, we started so similarly, but I was fortunate and he was not. So I try to temper my opinion with sympathy for that."

"Please, do not apologize. I do know...some of it. When we went to Yi City and discovered what had happened, I did Empathy with A-Qing and saw how the whole thing unfolded from her point of view."

"I would run to Lan Wangji, of course! He'd protect me. Or to you. He respected you too much to just...be himself in front of you." Wei Wuxian grinned again.

"With A-Qing... in regards to the wedding?" He was curious what was on WuXian's mind. "Did you want her to assist in some way?"

Wen Qing's lips twitch, though there is a hint of old pain lurking in her eyes at the mention of her own memory with Jiang Cheng. She shakes that off, forcing her mind back onto the teasing.

"I wouldn't let him chase you with Zidian," she promises, "Lan-gongzi would never forgive me. But I would let him chase you without a little bit, maybe, if you deserved it..."

He sees the pain, and it finally answers a question for him. Why did his brother have to be so incredibly stupid.

"Well, thank you...wait! What...how could I possibly deserve it?" he asks, pretending affront. "I was the perfect second, you know. I uplifted, I supported, I covered his failures. Ours would have been the best clan in the world!"

Imagination 12, on the train, dining car | OTA

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