voidtreckerexpress | Imagination 12, on the train, dining car

Trunks was on one of his runs back towards the kitchen, given his backpack was empty of snacks and bottles of water for the healers and others who needed it. He couldn't outright sprint through the cars, but he was at least quick walking at a good clip. Pausing when he'd noticed Wei with his head on the table though, and then he couldn't help it. He snorted at the other's complaint, in amusement. Sympathetic amusement, but amusement.

"I got out of things relatively unscathed. It's why I'm running around trying to help the healers and everyone else. I'm glad you're recovered, Wei."

"Does the dining car not provide wine?"

He had not checked. For obvious reasons. But most places that provide food could also provide alcohol, could they not?

Wei Wuxian waved a limp hand. Even his fingers hurt after all the playing he'd done. Though, that might have been due to the 'lasers' that had been trying to slice through them. He wasn't exactly sure what a 'laser' was, but he knew he really didn't like them.

"Nothing about a week of sleep won't cure at this stage. Glad somebody got through this okay."

"No, it doesn't!" Wei Wuxian said sadly. "You have to buy your own, from the shop. The only thing it supplies for free is water, tea, coffee, or milk. Very sad."

Although there was someone making his own. Wei Wuxian might ask him for lessons. It wasn't like there was a lot of things to occupy his time on the train.

Trunks wouldn't say he was 'okay', considering the memories the attack had brought up. But he was physically fine and doing okay enough as far as he was concerned. Cassie helped--a lot, even if he didn't talk much.

"When's the last time you ate, and drank something besides wine?"

"Out of wine?" Wen Qing echoes. "This is a bad day to run out."

She had been passing through to get some more strong tea but at the sight of Wei Wuxian slumped there, she slips onto the bench across from him, hands folded on the table, brows furrowed in concern.

"I'm alright. Are you feeling better now?"

"Wine was a lot longer ago than food!" Wei Wuxian protested.

"I ate....I think it was about an hour before the idiots showed up. Then after, Glorfindel shoved a couple of these pastry things with meat in them at me."

"I can't help you with the wine, but I do have some beer in my capsule fridge." Trunks commented, crossing his arms as he looked at Wei seriously. "But you have to have some water and some actual food besides pastries too. Got it?"

WangJi happened to be passing by at that point with something that he had recently stored in his qiankun pouch. He paused in the doorway, hearing WuXian lamenting about his lack of wine. He stood there for a moment without a word, looking at his husband with his head on the table.

Then he walked over, taking out his qiankun pouch and removing... a bottle of wine, which he set down in front of WuXian.

"I am uninjured. I hope you are the same."

He looked up at her and frowned. "No," he said quietly.

"I felt...helpless out there, and I...let a sect member die." He pinched his lips together and reached out to just barely touch her hand. Losing one of his own was still an open wound, he'd discovered.

Then he sat up and shook himself, his usual grin coming out again. "But I'm good now, right? He'll be back, and you won't even have to heal him. Which reminds me, I had an odd thought while we were waiting for the train to come back."

"If I were to buy eyes from the train, do you think you could give daozhang his sight back?" And now she knows why he hasn't gone and bought wine...

Wangji surely could tell for himself, since he now had his husband wrapped around him like one of those pandas.

"Lan Zhan!!!!" He was so glad to see him that he even let the wine sit for the moment.

"I am now. Those healing potions are very good," he said happily, forgetting how that would sound. "I am so glad to see you!"

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He let a sect member die. Right. Wen Qing's own face tightens, her hands folded together, knuckles tight enough to go white.

"You didn't let anyone die," she says, her voice a little too curt maybe to count strictly as comforting, though it is certainly intended as such. But her own frustration is bubbling up at the thought, at the shock she had felt when she learned of it by overhearing an offhand mention. "I don't know what happened down there with you two but I know you."

He may not be the Wei Wuxian of her own world but there are some things she is convinced remain the same across universes. Such as knowing the kind of man he is. That he would immediately think of helping someone else after failing to save another only proves it.

It's an urge she feels herself sharing, so she lets herself think about it instead of immediately dismissing it... "An eye transplant is something Baoshan Sanren did, and I'm no Baoshan Sanren," she cautions, "but there are many healers and doctors here. Baoshan Sanren did it all by herself. I... Normally I would say I can't but we shouldn't dismiss a chance to do good without trying."

If nothing else, WangJi was always wrapped around WuXian's finger. There was never any doubt about it. Why else would a man who couldn't drink order alcohol with his hard-earned points? To give to his partner, of course.

He started to move to sit but stopped hearing certain words. "Healing potions?"

"He did die heroically," Wei Wuxian said with a half smile and a half laugh. He didn't really feel cheerful though. "We were on opposite parts of the field though, so I couldn't do anything." He shook his head. "I need to be a better mentor."

"You did manage a successful golden core transplant," he reminded her, his smile turning more fond. "And as you kept reminding me, the odds were against that. Even if grandmother had done it. So I have absolute faith in you. And in your colleagues here on this train."

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Priorities. His husband, THEN wine.

"Oh, look, wine!" Master of redirection, he was not, but he tries.

He managed to mostly let go in order to grab the bottle, but stayed attached. "Well, you know how it is, you're standing there, in the middle of battle, playing your flute, as you do...and there were these little robots with lasers that had zero taste in music. But I was fine. Lightning had Odin protecting me, and Curufin was there, it was fine."

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"Oh, no, they were actually quite filling," he assured Trunks. "They were like meat pies, but with a top crust for easier eating. That weird bear meat tasted actually okay. Could have used more spice, but I've noticed a lot of you don't like it." He wasn't judging though. Why, his own husband had no tolerance for it either.

"What, exactly, is a beer, though?"

Yeah, that didn't work very well as misdirection, but he wasn't going to object, untangling himself enough to be able to sit beside WuXian but turned so that he was looking at him. He was studying his face carefully, looking for signs of injury.

"That is good. I know that they would take care of you. You need to be careful."

He reached over to put his hand over WuXian's.

"I want to protect you."

"It's a carbonated alcoholic beverage, best served cold. Do you want to try one? How long ago, roughly, were the pastries?" Trunks still had his arms crossed, but was at least a bit more relaxed from the half-smile on his face.

A heroic death, he would get some enjoyment out of such fame, Wen Qing thought to herself, though she couldn't quite bring herself to join in with the laughter, no matter how humorless it really was. There was just a wan smile flickering over her face.

"I did manage a golden core transplant, but that was a desperate situation and you were very persuasive." Now, the smile lingered, a little wistful as she thought back to that compound in Yiling, to arguing with Wei Wuxian in the library, though she wondered if it had happened in the same way for him. "You asked me if I wouldn't take the same risk for my brother. I couldn't refuse you then." She ran her fingers over the tabletop. "Daozhang is very kind, he deserves just as much regard. And I won't have to do it alone with just my brother this time, nor will I be as pressed for time... if he even agrees."

"Just smoking like crazy." as Jessie refills her cup before going back to luggage to smoke. She's cranky but in one piece.

"Uh...what day is it now?" In other words, too long ago.

"Carbonated alcohol? I'm intrigued, count me in!" He sat up, ceerful once again.

Wei Wuxian nodded firmly. "I will ask him...persuasively, then." He grinned. "I have the points. I'll order them. Uhm, human, brown...anything else I should specify?"

He sighed. "I miss both our brothers. But...perhaps it is for the best mine isn't here." He gave a laughing snort. "Could you imagine?"

Trunks frowns, at the question. "That is too long ago, far as I'm concerned." He was heading to the kitchen anyway, given his empty backpack. "Look, I'll be right back. I was on my way to the kitchen anyways. I'll bring you a beer, and a sandwich and water bottle, but you have to eat the sandwich before you get the beer. Okay." It sounded fair to him.

Wei Wuxian wrapped himself back around his love. "I know. And I will do my very best to come back to you, every time we are parted. For missions, I mean. I have no intention of dying again."

He laid his head on that strong shoulder. "It was amazingly bad though. Who could have predicted something like that?"

Wei Wuxian lifts his head for a moment to look at her. "On purpose? Not because you're on fire, right?" Sure someone would have noticed by now though, if she were.

Imagination 12, on the train, dining car | OTA

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