acrookedpath | [pfsb] happy halloween!

"I am." Softly. "I truly am, shijie."

What must it be like, for her to finally see this room as more than a spirit? It lets Wei Wuxian himself see it with new eyes: all the beauty, and love, and occasional (or not-so-occasional) mess of two lives meeting.

He lingers a moment, taking it in, then springs back into motion. "This is my most recent project!" he says, picking up a painted lantern from one end of the low table. "I created an array to reveal the different energies that may live in a body, or an object -- it was very complex at first, but I was able to compress it down to a handful of talismans instead of an entire stack. And now I am trying to paint them on a lantern, so they do not even have to touch the person, or thing, you wish to examine. All you will have to do is shine the lantern's light on it!"

A sheepish beat.

"It... does not work quite yet. But I am making progress."

"You made an array that lets you see qi and other energies? A-Xian, that's amazing!" Her delight is a bright and shining thing.

"I did!" He beams. "It was -- aiyo, more than a year ago now; Harrow and I would speak often of her world's thanergy, and how the energy of death could flow within the body separately from qi, and I thought, ah, if I could only see the difference, it would be so much easier to comprehend. So I made the array! And tested it on Lan Zhan, once it was done..."

Unbidden, he begins to laugh again.

"...which is how I figured out I was in love with him. He shone so bright, how could I not fall in love?"

Her laugh ripples like water. "How could you not, indeed," she teases, but it's gentle and sweet and so very fond.

"I know, I know," he laughs, putting on a long-suffering air, "I was the only one who did not notice. If you had seen the look on Harrow's face when I told her I thought I was in love with Lan Zhan! You would have thought I'd said something as unremarkable as 'the sun will set today.' And we had only known each other for two or three months!"

"A-Xian has always been open in his affections," Jiang Yanli reminds him. She traces her fingertips lightly over the talisman-painted lantern, marveling at it.

"I suppose it's true. I have no air of mystery at all," he says, lofty. He holds the lantern very still so Jiang Yanli can study it as much as she wishes. "I wonder what other arrays I could paint on a lantern, once I have learned how to project the effects through light? Think of all the useful tricks I could do."

"Did you want one?" she teases, and looks up at him. "All kinds of things, I'm sure. I'm so proud of you, Xianxian."

He does not expect the sudden lump in his throat as she says that. I'm so proud of you.

"And I am so glad I make my shijie proud," he whispers, and, before he can stop himself, draws Jiang Yanli into another hug.

She hugs him back tight and holds on, stroking his hair, letting herself have this moment.

He breathes out; manages not to sniffle, though it takes quite a bit of effort.

Eventually, he loosens the embrace and pulls back. His smile has gone watery, his eyes bright, and he quickly scrubs them with the heel of his palm before setting the lantern aside.

"So that has taken most of my time," he says, working to inject some cheer back into his voice. "Let's see, what else? Ah, I've been trying to see if I can capture some of the inn's magic to use on our room -- did you know that it can hide doors, sometimes? Or change the dimensions of a space? Usually all you have to do is ask Madam Bar, if you'd like something changed, but I've been curious as to how..."

Soon enough he has descended into a comfortable chatter as he pulls talisman after talisman from the wall, showing them to Jiang Yanli as he expounds on all of his work.

She listens as he explains, asking questions sometimes, delighting in his enthusiasm. A-Xian has always had a quick mind, and it's clear that he's thriving here. She's happy to see it, truly happy.

"You've been so busy."

"I have!" He beams. "If this is where I am to stay for all of my afterlife, it is not so bad at all."

"I'm glad." For him, for her, for both of them together. If there's trouble to come from it, let it wait. Moments like these are all too precious, she knows.

It's thinking about the passage of time that reminds her, and she startles. "Oh! The soup!"

"The soup! Aiyo -- "

Wei Wuxian immediately drops the talismans he's holding -- most of them land on the low table, at least -- and grabs his shijie's hand. (He does not want to lose her in the journey, after all.) "Let's see how it fares -- "

And see what Madam Bar has in mind for Jiang Yanli's costume as well!

It does not take them long to find out: as soon as they step onto the staircase, the same whirl of fabric that overtook Wei Wuxian whips around his sister. When her robes resettle, they have changed drastically, into rich blues and a sheer cape that shimmers like freshly-fallen snow.

(Wei Wuxian, of course, is back in his I'M THE CHAOS T-shirt.)

She stares down at her clothes, touches a hand to the way her hair is braided and falling forward over her shoulder, and stares speechlessly at A-Xian.

His eyes have gone nearly as large as hers as he stares.

"Ah, she must like you," he chirps eventually, "to give you a costume so elaborate and beautiful! That is..." He takes the cape between thumb and forefinger, marveling at how it sparkles; it is so thin, so much like frost, that he almost expects it to melt under his touch. "How does it feel?"

Because if his shijie is uncomfortable in clothing like this, he will have to go speak with Madam Bar immediately.

"It's so fine..." She looks down at the dress, then over her shoulder at the cape A-Xian is examining. "It's different, but it's not as though it's indecent, or anything. It's pretty."

Good. He relaxes back into his usual bright grin, letting the cape slip from his fingers.

"It is!" he agrees. "I wonder if you are supposed to be someone in particular? Last year Lan Zhan and I were dressed up as former patrons of the inn -- an angel and a demon. We even had wings!"

He starts back down the stairs.

"Wings?" She hurries to join him. "Like a bird?"

"Just like birds." He turns around to walk down the steps backward, the better to keep chatting with his shijie. "Big, feathery, set on our shoulders -- mine were black and his were white. And Madam Bar changed my eye color to gold, too!"

"Oh, A-Xian, don't, you might fall," she protests, then shakes her head as she tries to imagine. "What a sight you must have been!"

He grabs hold of the banister and slows down his pace, but keeps walking backward for several more steps until Jiang Yanli has completely caught up with him.

"We looked ridiculous," he laughs. "But very handsome, too, I thought."

"I'm sure you did," she teases. "Very handsome, both of you."

Jiang Yanli leads the way across the common room back to the kitchen, letting A-Xian help navigate through the crowd, given his height. The rat with the apron and spoon is standing on a stool at another counter, and waves at them as they enter and move toward where the soup is simmering.

Wei Wuxian returns the wave, cheerily. "Hello again, my friend! How does the soup fare?"

"Squeak squeaker, squeak squeaken," says the rat.

...Apparently the translation talisman has worn off. Oh, well!

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