Michael and David and Star, forever.
Finney gets cat ears at the worst possible time. Something to do with cause and effect.
Caesar and Brutus pursue a little light Jupiter-and-Ganymede roleplay in these trying times.
Crash needs Ginger. Ginger wants Crash.
“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”
Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping…
“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”
Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping City. Then, Jiang Wanyin comes to visit—breaking the fragile peace he has been building, but offering, perhaps, a better healing.
Jopson finds himself tied up in an extremely inconvenient fashion.
Brutus' surrender is attended with greater hospitality than he could have anticipated.
For hours, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have walked with little words and less hurry, and the peace rakes itself down Wei Wuxian’s back like an itch baiting a scratch.
Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.
Hickey takes the measure of Mr. Jopson from below.