( wei wuxian would like to think that he's held it together pretty decently so far. his sight and hearing seem to have leveled out now that he can't feel a single inch of his skin - and how lucky is that, to lose a sense that just makes it easier to bleed without making anyone feel guilty for it? or so he'd argue. he'd also argue, if pressed, not to worry about the angry voices (spirits? hallucinations?) either, since he's quite accustomed to ignoring mutinous whispers in his head.
so this trip out into the woods, it's just... a bit of fresh air, that's all! definitely not trying to avoid his housemates, who thus far have been thoroughly convinced that he's about as unaffected as one can be. one hand grips chenqing, white-knuckled - the flute goes everywhere he goes, but even on top of that, he's considering the distinct possibility that he might be able to play a bit of the right melody and rouse his own latent resentful energy to drown the new spirits(?) out with his own. it's a weak plan, and it's one he definitely shouldn't cave to, but that doesn't make it any less tempting. they're getting louder now, despite his best efforts. leveling accusations at gods-only-know who, showing him things he doesn't want to see -
a fallen branch snaps to his right, and he whirls on whoever approaches, flute raised in defense, eyes sharp and haunted. a moment later he seems to process that it's yanli, lowering the flute with a weak chuckle he knows has little hope of fooling her. ) Shijie. ( it's warm, welcoming despite the undertone of something like anxiety he can't quite shake. ) I'm fine, I am - I just needed a little air.
for yanli!
so this trip out into the woods, it's just... a bit of fresh air, that's all! definitely not trying to avoid his housemates, who thus far have been thoroughly convinced that he's about as unaffected as one can be. one hand grips chenqing, white-knuckled - the flute goes everywhere he goes, but even on top of that, he's considering the distinct possibility that he might be able to play a bit of the right melody and rouse his own latent resentful energy to drown the new spirits(?) out with his own. it's a weak plan, and it's one he definitely shouldn't cave to, but that doesn't make it any less tempting. they're getting louder now, despite his best efforts. leveling accusations at gods-only-know who, showing him things he doesn't want to see -
a fallen branch snaps to his right, and he whirls on whoever approaches, flute raised in defense, eyes sharp and haunted. a moment later he seems to process that it's yanli, lowering the flute with a weak chuckle he knows has little hope of fooling her. ) Shijie. ( it's warm, welcoming despite the undertone of something like anxiety he can't quite shake. ) I'm fine, I am - I just needed a little air.