you didn't say sorry, not really. you said sorry only when i pushed about it, you said it like an afterthought, like - oh fine, if this is what you want. the apology was already tearing itself apart in the air. you said sorry, but you caused this. you said sorry you feel that way, i guess. you said: what else do you want me to say? you've already made up your mind to be angry about this.
you've moved on since then. i hope you found a therapist. i am stuck with all of the hurt you caused but - you've been working on yourself, on your multiple projects, on that beautiful life you live. happy - you look happier, lighter, free of all of it. you take artsy videos of yourself dancing; caption it - a friend recently abandoned me.
nobody else knows how hard you pushed. nobody else knows what you did. i am sure you tell everyone a version of the truth that makes out the best of you; turns me into a cold unfeeling bitch who just "doesn't understand" you. i am sure you leave out all the ways i gave you myself, over and over, for years. how many times before this you hurt me, crossed my boundaries, laid me bare - what you say to them about when i finally drew the line is - she is just being unfair.
sometimes i feel insane about it. i have to text my best friend, make sure that what-i-think-happened actually-happened. to double-check that i wasn't being a bad person. maybe i'm misremembering it. she often has to guide me back to the same two facts: beyond what any one person could reasonably expect, i gave you everything, and you still wanted more of it.
it makes me angry, when it doesn't make me sick. i force myself to journal about it. how fucked up it makes me, knowing your narrative will be the one that sticks - knowing you are out there, right now, making sure everyone listens. telling them how you are being targeted. how you, hurting me on purpose, making me feel small, ignoring my needs - how that was really my fault, in the end.
yesterday you made a post on instagram talking about how you used to feel guilty about something that had gone wrong in a relationship, but that you've freed yourself from those toxic idealisms. you said: i am not giving her the power to make me feel bad about my mistakes. i am just a human person - it's up to her if she wants to be the bigger person and actually forgive.
and i just sat there and thought: you haven't even actually apologized for it.
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Lan Xichen Episode 42 ✨Face Journeys✨
karetahana said: Listen. i am here literally asking for the analysis if you feel like doing 🤩
OH, WELL IF YOU INSIST *turns with a lovingly embossed binder full of Xichen pictures* This is sincerely self indulgent and long as absolute fuck, just a warning. Bold is a direct quote from the show (Youtube/Netflix)
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OKAY. Episode 42. We start at 30:20, Lan Wangji is sitting next to Wei Wuxian who is convalescing on Lan Wangji’s bed back at the Cloud Recesses after having been stabbed (bummer) during a disaster of a recon mission that landed not only him and Wangji in hot water with everyone (double bummer), but Xichen as well for demanding entry to Jin Guangyao’s secret room (triple bummer). Wuxian is worried about being back in the Cloud Recesses-- “What if your brother finds out?” Enter Xichen, rocking up to the conversation with a fucking joke; “I found out already.” Letting him sweat a little, but as he sounds pretty calm, it’s mostly a ‘it’s hilarious that you think that I wouldn’t know about this, dude.’ (Bro, how are you so chill? How are you so good?)
They get up and bow as he strolls in. Wuxian apologizes for existing here, in his mountain and stuff. Xichen shakes his head with amused fondness;
and hits them both with this smile that reaches his eyes and says ‘Nah, son, that was me. You can live here while they search for you ‘cause I’m nice and I like you.’
Genuine, comforting, and warm. ‘Glad to have you here, Wuxian.’
WWX and LWJ exchange a look--probably WWX asking for confirmation, LWJ giving it. Then, with zero further ado, WWX jumps right in with “Where’s Chifeng-zun’s body?”
Surprise. Looks like they’re jumping right into it (and I don’t know if Xichen notes this, but I certainly do--with no ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry about that, kinda awkward for everyone’ or pre-emptive offered explanation as to what the fuck went down yesterday at JinLinTai.)
That pain has resurfaced recently and is not easily hidden away. This topic is upsetting.
He turns his back, walks away as he tells them that the body is safe and with Huaisang. He’s not sure he can control what’s going on on his face when it comes to what happened to Da-ge. His eyes move around a lot as he says this--he’s still thinking.
WWX: What was Jin Guangyao’s reaction?
LWJ: [slightly bitter] Flawless
At this, Xichen turns back, face under control. (Liebing is in between them, now. Subconsciously defensive?)
He looks between both of them as he speaks and these smiles don’t quite reach his eyes like the first ones. His chin dips down in firmness, his eyebrows are raised in what I personally would interpret as ‘leading expectance.’ The point of this visit is incoming.
LWJ knows that tone, even if WWX doesn’t.
Looking at WWX, he’s smiling, but still doesn’t quite meet his eyes. There’s something more than just fondness there. “Now that Wei-gongzi is awake...” [pause]
Looks to Wangji. Abruptly, there is more to his expression--less masking, more intent in his eyes. This is serious and he is being earnest. ‘Don’t you think you owe me something of an explanation for how nothing you both said was proven after I publicly threw my lot in with you without question and demanded Jin Guangyao open his secret room? And then his wife died inexplicably? And then you fought your way out? And I told you to bring WWX back on good faith because we both care about him and I know what he means to you?’ (Have I mentioned yet how chill Xichen is? And how great?)
LWJ: [slightest of head bows, no expression change] Brother.
Now, I don’t quite know what this is supposed to mean, but Xichen sure does and his reaction makes me think it’s some sort of younger brother sass that he’s used to.
Fond exasperation and some warmth back in his expression. A sigh and an affectionately despairing ‘what am I going to do with you?’ But he’s still waiting.
LWJ: Brother. Jin Guangyao does indeed have Chifeng-zun’s head.
This is not an explanation or proof. It’s a doubling down of what they have said before with no further information.
Immediate disbelief--’This again.’ He covers it quickly, mask back up, but there is a tightly held patience in his smile that does not bode well for LWJ or WWX. The pleasantry starts to leave even if the smile remains.
LWJ: He saw it with his own eyes
And oh holy shit. That fake, tight smile drops away, and there is something almost cold in his eyes for a moment, here. We have hit the heart of it. His eyes flick over to WWX and a low, troubling cello note plays in the background. Deep displeasure at this answer. (This is one of those times when I remember that Xichen is, in fact, quite a dangerous monster hunter.)
WWX knows how this sounds and does not meet his gaze. He, at least, shows he’s aware of what Xichen is getting at.
Xichen stares a moment more, looks back at Wangji and very visibly swallows back anger as his jaw flexes.
When he blinks, the smile is back. He holds a lot of tension in the corners of his mouth as he forces it. There is anger in them there hills. He is frustrated. Wangji is deliberately not seeing things from his perspective, as he has repeatedly tried to do for him and Wuxian. Xichen is trying very hard to be reasonable and calm about this.
LXC: You believe in Wei-gongzi?
LWJ: I do.
LXC: [in the manner of a teacher leading you to an answer] What about Jin Guangyao?
LWJ: Not credible.
[Slightly jarring cut to Xichen from farther away, (and blurry as hell?) clearly a different take, but whatever]
He sighs and comes closer and--YAY--fond exasperation is back. ‘You are being deliberately obtuse, bro.’
LXC: Then how do you judge who is credible or not? [Pause]
LWJ: [silence]
LXC: You trust Wei-gongzi and I trust Jin Guangyao. [Expectant pause]
He’s being patient again. ‘You know, like 16 years ago? When no one trusted Wei Wuxian or looked for all the facts? And just relied on hearsay? Do you see what I’m getting at? Is this familiar at all, Wangji? There are parallels that you should be able to empathize with.’
Silence from Wangji as he stares into the middle distance around the area of Xichen’s shoulders.
Xichen elaborates further into this silence, saying something along the lines of; ‘neither of us saw the head, we’re going on trust--both of us. You do not have solid evidence beyond hearsay whereas I am working off of years of personal experience as evidence from my perspective. You do understand that I’m going to need more than this, right? I have not seen Wei Wuxian in 16 years and the last time I did he was trying to murder us all.’ (Well. Okay, maybe not in so many words, but that’s the gist.) During the majority of this speech, the camera slowly pans past Xichen speaking, zooming in on Wangji’s face.
He is deliberately closed off. He is not responding to Xichen verbally and his nonverbal signals are basically, ‘I disagree. I disagree. I disagree.’ Then, we get this little batch of juicy facial expressions along with a speech.
So much is here. Frustration, fear, pleading, asking to be understood. He is intense and earnest. ‘You’re not trying to understand my position. Please.’ He ends with this face.
Waiting. He is losing his composure. This is a Lan fight, now; he is no longer really considering the fact that there is anyone else seeing him or hearing him other than Wangji. There is a beat of silence. Wuxian looks at Wangji. The camera cuts to Wangji and nothing has changed in his face at all during this pronouncement and he is still not looking at him. Xichen tries again.
There is less mobility in his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth are tight again. He is disbelieving. ‘So your reason is allowed to be because Wei Ying said so but mine isn’t allowed to be I’ve watched this happen before to you and I refuse to be party to another mob before I have all the facts? You’re not even going to try to understand when I’ve done all I can to try to understand you?’ He ends with this face, for a few moments, clearly hurt.
Wangji remains silent, but he looks down and away with his eyes. Wuxian breaks in, says, “Lan-zongzhu,” almost reprimanding, obviously tense. And it’s clear that Xichen had forgotten that he was there because here’s the face journey that started this whole post.
He looks to Wuxian instinctively without masking, reminded of his presence. It takes him a second but he blinks and and realizes what he’s done.
Goes inside. Has whatever dialogue with himself that he has whenever he dares to have an undiplomatic and entirely “selfish” emotion. Takes in a breath. Makes himself presentable with a smile. And reassures Wuxian that he still plans on being impartial and will not reveal where Wei Wuxian is. Wuxian bows and thanks him for this.
Xichen almost says something--or maybe he’s thinking--but all he does is sigh. He looks vaguely regretful and is clearly reeling himself back in. He does not reply and he does not look at Wangji. Wangji is staring past him. (The boys are fightiiiiing.)
In this opening, Wei Wuxian steps closer and insists, very seriously, that Mingjue’s head really was in Jin Guangyao’s posession. And Xichen does this.
He steels his jaw, takes a breath, and smiles. ‘Sure kid. What I say clearly doesn’t matter. Because we’re here again.’ Now, he talks with Wei Wuxian and he is measured and patient and perfectly pleasant. Sometimes, his face grows serious when he listens.
But when he speaks--either right before or during--he smiles this smile.
He ends all of his sentences with this smile.
Even when Wuxian suggests that it might have been the music being played that drove Mingjue to qi deviation, he blinks, sighs, and says;
It is all nearly the exact same expression. It is perfectly acceptable, completely polite. But it is not familiar or warm and it does not reach his eyes. It is defensive, covering up whatever other emotional reaction he might have to Wei Wuxian’s words. Any vulnerability is gone. He is not offering it to Wei Wuxian. He is no longer asking to be understood. He simply repeats, in different ways, ‘You do not have hard facts. You have not brought me proof. I’m sorry, but you have not convinced me.’
Xichen does not look at Wangji through this entire conversation and Wangji says nothing. Wuxian offers to show Xichen proof--the thing he’s been asking for this whole time--and his reaction is to nod.
And smile the same exact smile.
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imagine coming home and not findingn FL at the door, which was really odd for him because he almost always sat at the door when it was getting close for u to come home, and nearly pounced on the door as you would carefully open it, knowing he’d tackle you if he could. He loved giving keeping him a secret a tough time, always anticipating your arrival. But today, he wasn’t there. Even when you walked in further into the kitchen and the living room… no sign of him. Was he okay? You wandered into the bedroom, and. Well. That was definitely a very large lump under the covers. Curled up, the peak of his back nearly touched the ceiling. You walked to the edge of the bed. “Ch-“ before you even got out a word, he had ensnared you in his arms, practically tossing you to the other side of the bed and pulling you into his chest under the covers, leaving you dizzy before you could even blink.
-my keyboard is being really annoying, I’m also really tired and messed up my name a few times, chain link anon
Childe's arms firm and secure, holding you tightly to his chest. his claws graze lightly at your skin, never pressing enough to draw blood or sting even slightly, but enough to remind you that he's there with you. you, still confused and more than a little worried, lay a bit awkwardly in your monstrous roommate's grasp, squeezing your eyes shut when you feel him nuzzle into the top of your head a little roughly. when you attempt to wriggle away, or at least, loosen Childe's vice grip on you a little, his arms simply cling tighter as a quiet whine slips from his mouth. he still refuses to tell you why he's being so clingy, and your nerves flare when you think about the pile of work on your desk, planting your hands on Childe's arm to push yourself away.
your hands shake. but it's not from your own body- no, it's from his. underneath your palms you can feel Childe trembling lightly, despite the warmth permeating the room; he lays so still on the bed, arms around your waist, but still you can feel him shivering from a chill you can't feel or see.
perhaps the chill is in his mind, thoughts like ice taking over all emotions but fear, and your heart softens alongside your rigid palms. you allow yourself to fall and lean against his chest, dips in his black and purple armor comfortable against your forehead. Childe's grip tightens again, another sound sneaking out, but this time a rumble of satisfaction and relief. his hand move to cradles your head, and you rub your own cheek into his palm as he sets your head back down into the crook of his neck, where you can feel his delicate purrs grow in strength to overtake his trembling.
you still don't know what's wrong. but perhaps, you think as you snuggle deeper into Childe's weighted embrace, you don't need to, as long as you can comfort him.
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