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[goldenchilde]

The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.

text;

[huakongque]

[He's...

Huh?

...Those animals are, admittedly, really cute, though.]

What is this?

[It sounds ridiculous.]

[goldenchilde]

Something I was sent.
I don't know if it's real, but I didn't see the point in taking any chances.

[Besides: the animals really are very cute.]

[huakongque]

It

[He pauses in typing a response, holding himself back from admonishing Jin Ling in sending him something that is clearly suspect. But...Jin Ling went out of his way to send him something, even if it is this, of all things. He didn't have to. He shouldn't have. But he did.

Jin Zixuan continues the response.]

is a nice picture, if nothing else.

[That feels so...empty. This is his son! Surely he can carry on a conversation! Especially now that Jin Ling can actually communicate with big boy words.]

Bob would fit in well back home, don't you think?

[Get it? Golden retriever? Ahahaha...hm. Where is your mother when he needs her?]

[huaisang]

Zixuan-xiong, I lost my new scarf, I don't know where it is! Have you seen it?

[huakongque]

I don't think so? What does it look like?

[huaisang]

Golden with some green trims at the end. I need it for my outing with Jiang-xiong later. What am I going to do?

delivery; Feb 20 morning

[ze_uwu_jun]

[ It's not a very extensive gift. But it is a peony bonsai, as close as he can get to sparks amidst snow. ]

May your day of birth be joyous and may your days henceforth be filled with beauty and grace.

- Lan Xichen.

[huakongque]

[Somehow, being here in this foreign place, Jin Zixuan hadn't expected any acknowledgment of his birthday. And yet, at the same time, of course he had. Because it's what he's used to, and being surrounded by so many of his peers, it's only expected, right? But all the same, seeing this little bonsai is enough to bring a smile to his face. No, it isn't the most impressive gift he's ever received, but then it's from Lan Xichen and he wouldn't be one to empty his coffers. It's wonderful, all the same.]

Zewu-jun,

Your thoughtfulness is, as always, deeply appreciated. Thank you for your kindness and I hope to be able to return it one day.

- Jin Zixuan

somewhere around April 10th

[infiniteheart]

[At some point after the boyband promotion starts, Yanli pounces A-Xuan out of the blue, wrapping her arms around him with a bright smile. There's also a bit of an impish sparkle in her eyes, too, but surely that can't mean anything too nefarious, can it?]

We should go shopping. Or grab a bite to eat in the city or something.

[It's a little over a week until the wedding and she'll be leaving for her 'attic retreat' at Yuri's soon. After that, they won't see each other again until the day of the wedding so it might their last chance to go do out on a date before then.]

[huakongque]

[Zixuan has gotten used to Yanli's bursts of energy like this, accepting her pouncing hugs for the affection they represent, and this one is no different. Smiling softly down at her, he wraps his arms around her in return.]

Of course. Anything you'd like.

[He presses a kiss to her forehead, perfectly content to take Yanli out for a date.]

[infiniteheart]

[Before long, Yanli's dragging him out of the house and on toward PrismaPlace and on to its different shops. She doesn't really have a particular destination in mind but she's quite happy to hang off her fiance's arm. Eventually she settles on what looks like some kind of plushie making toy shop that bears absolutely no resemblance to Build-a-Bear (spoilers: it does) and points to it with a smile.]

Let's go in and make something together. It'll be fun.

Delivery

[noenvy]

[He doesn't know what to say, or how to say it. His feelings were still a bit raw about it all. He knows if he tries to talk to Jin Zixuan it will only be ugly, he is enough of an adult to realize that and avoid it. If he had to pick he would keep Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan could go back to die instead.

But, he knows those feelings are irrational and selfish. That the man must also be hurting and would trade him in as well. So the only condolences he can give is a simple gift, he doesn't know if it will hurt more or it will bring comfort. But, it was a gift that came from his earnest heart to do what was right if simply because this was the man his Shijie loved so much.

Wrapped in a silk cloth and carefully placed in a pillowed box is an ornate lotus made with gold wire and delicate thin colored glass. There is a blended quality to it where violet petals slowly blend into a golden yellow base, it sits on a lotus pad made out of fine wood, a filigree engraving of the LanlingJin sect symbol overlayed with the YungmengJiang symbol rests on top of it just under the blooming lotus flower.

Included in the box is a cylinder, inside is a rolled-up parchment made of Xuan paper. On the parchment is a detailed drawing of Jiang Yanli and a poem written out.]

The plants all know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple contend in beauty.
The poplar blossom and elm seeds are not beautiful,
They can only fill the sky with flight like snow.

[There is no name attached.]

A couple of days after Yanli disappears

[inheritedpain]

[ It takes Jin Ling an hour of pacing back and forth outside of Jin Zixuan's residence before he finally gets the courage up to go and ring the bell.

The food he had brought - steamed dumplings and noodles - were already basically cold. Not the greatest impression. But he was trying not to think about that right now.

Fairy sat dutifully at his heels, her tail wagging back and forth as she waited with him for the door to open.

When it didn't happen immediately, he looked at the dog and muttered: ]

Maybe we should just go, this is a stupid idea, he's not going to want to see us.

Re: A couple of days after Yanli disappears

[huakongque]

[He knows he's being ridiculous.

Zixuan hasn't left their - his, now - house since Yanli disappeared. But neither has he done anything besides basically lie in bed and struggle to exist. He hasn't cooked a single thing, but then he never was good at it, so when the energy did bubble up, he just ordered delivery.

None of it has been satisfying. None of it has been even a fraction as good as her cooking.

When Nugget has needed to go out to do her dog business, he's just opened the door to the back and let her roam. Big almond eyes have stared back, silently pleading for him to join her, to go for a Walk, but he only shut the door in response.

He knows he's being ridiculous. He's knows he's being dramatic and selfish and a complete fucking idiot, but...

But he's a Jin. Isn't that what they're best at?

And even though, shouldn't he be allowed this indulgence? His wife is gone and while she'll have a few years before meeting her inevitable end, he can't help but mourn her. Mourn them. Didn't they deserve more? Better? Sure, he was an idiot who wasted too much of their lives being so wrapped up in his own stupid head that some could view their tragic deaths as some kind of karma, surely, but that's not right, is it?

Is it so wrong that he just wants to be happy?

Zixuan hates this. He's not particularly fond of himself right now, either.

But then Nugget gets antsy, like she can smell something, though she doesn't bark, or at least the noises never rise beyond a controlled hruf. She's like that for some time and Zixuan realizes that something is up, but if whatever exists outside of this house doesn't bother him, then he's not going to interject himself out there.

And then the doorbell rings and he has half a mind to ignore it. It could be any number of things. Someone delivering something he didn't order - this place is weird sometimes - or some kid pulling a prank. But Nugget barks then, just a couple times, and Zixuan knows he should at least investigate. Thankfully he's kept up the act of getting dressed these past few days, but he still takes a few moments to brush his hair because it's probably threatening to turn into some sort of nest by now.

(It isn't, but neither has it been up to pristine Jin standards.)

So after a few long moments, he finally answers the door, standing there only slightly disheveled, his hair completely down, and with dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. He probably should have done something about that first, but...oh, well. He hasn't even put the dot on his forehead.]

...A-Ling.

[Not his son, but a son nonetheless. Yanli was always willing to accept this one and Zixuan had been, too. It's just...everything's weird.

Nugget excitedly shoves her nose between Zixuan and the open door, so very pleased to see a fellow canine friend, someone who might actually pay attention to her. Right. Zixuan should remember his manners.]

Come in. Come in, both of you.

[He opens the door wider to let Jin Ling and Fairy in. Please ignore the takeout boxes scattered wherever. He's fine. It's fine.]

[inheritedpain]

[ Fairy bounds in first, happily greeting Nugget as if she had no idea of the weight on Jin Ling's shoulders. Or maybe because she does, and this is a small way to lighten it. Jin Ling himself immediately dropped into a bow the moment Zixuan appeared, and when he raised his eyes again it was with a slight flush to his cheeks and a pinched expression. The A-Ling made his heart seize a little - it always did - but he let himself step in as he was bade, before thrusting the bag of food out before him. ]

I -- I was hungry, [ He said, lamely, to save his father face. He'd been worried maybe the man wouldn't eat properly - he knew he wouldn't - but saying that would be way too much, so. ]

And I happened to be here, so--

action;

[consignation]

[ Jiang Cheng runs, sprints all the way from his home to Jin Zixuan's residence, previously shared with Yanli⁠— He's never even visited, only knows the address having walked his sister back one of those brief days before her departure. His face is still tear-stained, breaths coming sharp and ragged, and he doesn't think, doesn't pause, doesn't hesitate. He doesn't consider Jin Zixuan's state of mind, whether he wants to deal with a man who is not truly even his wife's brother, whether he wants to see Jiang Cheng at all after what happened at New Year's.

He doesn't think, doesn't care. Because Yanli is gone, and the few of them are the only ones who feel the extent of that significance.

He knocks on the door, hard enough that it rattles on its frame. ]

Jin Zixuan! Jin Zixuan⁠—

action;

[huakongque]

[Jin Zixuan doesn't want to see Jiang Cheng right now. He doesn't want to see anyone right now, his dog being the only exception, and only then mostly because she lives with him and he isn't heartless enough to kick her out for who knows how many days.

Upon realizing Yanli has returned home, he's mostly spent the day leaning against the side of the bed, holding that stupid, cute little fox plush he and Yanli made together on a date a few days before the wedding. She had been so happy to just be with him, spend time alone with him, to call him cute in public and make him blush and stammer and -

He would have given her the world that day had she asked for it. Instead she seemed content to just smile and hold his hand and Zixuan...loved seeing her like that. He had made her smile. That was more than he deserved after all the years of his utter stupidity.

And now he just wraps his arms around a stuffed animal and lets another sob wrack his body. It's good she's back home, isn't it? That's where she belongs. But he knows, he knows it's only temporary. She's going to die in a few years. He's going to die very soon if he ever leaves this place. And he'll leave her behind. He'll leave his infant son behind. It almost makes him think it's karma punishing him for his past selfishness. Maybe he deserves it, but not them. Why must they all suffer like this?

How is he supposed to recover from feeling like part of his soul has been torn from him? He's been such an idiot, wasting so many years pushing Yanli away, looking down on her from his worthless place of prestige, when he should have opened his eyes to see her good - perfect - heart. Why had he treated love as his enemy? And now he's stuck here, alone, with a stupid stuffed animal and his dog - meant as a gift for Jin Ling when he had first been here, but then that relationship had been severed, too - and unsure how he's supposed to feel. Watching his parents in their marriage has left him woefully unprepared for any matters of the heart. He can't even imagine one parent truly weeping for the other if anything were to happen.

Nugget, who has been pacing outside his and Yanli's bedroom door, suddenly rushes off, claws clacking against the floor, and just a few moments later, there's that loud, incessant banging at the front door and a voice desperately calling his name. Jiang Cheng. The younger one. Zixuan just sits there, letting the other man yell for him. Maybe he'll go away after a second. Nugget begins to bark, then scurries back to check on Zixuan, then rushes back to the door.

Too much noise. Can't a man mourn in peace?

...But Jiang Cheng is Yanli's brother, even if this one doesn't technically share the same blood. Zixuan is devastated, of course, but other people loved Yanli besides him. He can't sit here like this forever, ignoring that fact. He gets up, wipes his face on his sleeve once, twice, smooths out his hair as best as he can tell without a mirror, and slowly goes to the door. When he opens it, he doesn't meet Jiang Cheng's eyes, just looks off to the side, trying not to bring attention to the fact that his eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, but it's obviously despite his mediocre efforts.]

[consignation]

[ Once the door opens, Jiang Cheng freezes. He'd been so desperate to get here he didn't think of what he'd do once he actually arrived, once he was actually faced with Yanli's⁠— Husband? Former isn't the right word, but neither is widow. He can't think of it like that, the mere consideration cutting into his heart so deeply he can nearly taste the blood. Because he knows as well as Jin Zixuan does what awaits them, all of them. This Yanli, his own. Jin Zixuan's own self, the one before him and the one waiting for him in their shared house. Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian.

Everyone.

Here is all they have, and Yanli is gone.

So at first he just stares up at Jin Zixuan, at a loss, his own face pale and streaked with recently shed tears. ]

Jin Zixuan, I⁠— I⁠—

[ His voice catches in his throat, hands clenching into white-knuckled fists at his sides. ]

I consider you part of my family! [ He blurts this out in a rush, grimacing a little at his own abruptness, but there's no easy way to go about this. So all he can do is power through, manage however he's able. ] I know things are... complicated, but⁠— Regardless, you are a brother to me. I won't accept any refusal. A-Ling cares about you as well, so⁠— Consider our home yours as well...!

text. — un: wen.qing

[sterilize]

Jin Zixuan.





How are you?

( she's not going to come right out and say 'are you eating and also alive'. she will build up to it. )

un: jinzixuan

[huakongque]

[Jiang Cheng has been rather adamant about how he's part of their family, even if he isn't from the same world, but it's still a little odd to receive messages from some of them, not the least Wen Qing. They're not close - Zixuan has never befriended any Wen and honestly never imagined he would - so this is unexpected. Not unwelcome, though.]

I am well, Lady Wen. I hope nothing is the matter with you and yours?

text, like definitely in the middle of the day, like 2pm

[consignation]

jin zixuan
little
little jin
zixuan
lil jin
why
why arntrr you home????????
hello i am in ur hsoue
and you are not
its YOUR house
so you
should be here

[huakongque]

[...What the ever-loving frick.

Little Jin????]

Jiang Cheng.

I'm out walking my dog and picking up a few things. I'm allowed to be out. But why are you in my house?

[consignation]

I FORGOT BTOU THE DOG
LIL JIN
I WANN
SEE DOG
ARE YOU OMING BCK

DELIVERY

[huaisang]

[ a wooden box that has been hand-carved, there are golden highlights on the top, orchids and lotuses.

inside is some loose leaf tea, carefully packed and arranged. this is from huaisang's own plants, and should be up to jin-xiong's standards........




hopefully. ]