A collection of 100-word drabbles for the Wens of Qishan Event 2022, prompted by friends on Twitter.
Notes
Imported from Archive of Our Own. Original work id: 39284160.
Summary
Prompted by EHyde.
Wen Zhuliu stared for a long moment before speaking. “I only left for a few hours.”
“A few hours is a long time,” Wen Chao replied bitterly. He shoved his trouser leg back down and held out his hand to be pulled up from the ground. “You brought horses, right? Xiongzhang is still unconscious.”
Disciples aided him onto one horse and lifted his brother onto another. A third would bear the colossal head of the yao they’d slain.
“No need to tell anyone about the curse mark,” he muttered. “I’ll… deal with it.”
Wen Zhuliu nodded. He understood, of course.
Notes
I’m pretty confident in the idea of Wen Chao being occasionally, uncharacteristically self-sacrificing in towards his older brother or his clan, telling himself a whole self-pitying narrative about how, naturally, Wen Xu is the favoured son and the heir and the stronger cultivator of the pair of them, it’s only expected that Wen Chao will put him first, etc… and then switching back to his usual obnoxious self as soon as he gets distracted. He’s telling himself now that he’ll keep his taking on of the curse mark a noble secret in his heart, but you just know it’ll get brought up at the very next screaming argument these two have, to the confusion of Wen Xu and everybody else except Wen Zhuliu.