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chenqing_100Title: Paper Heart
Author: Rana Eros
Drabble Type: Triple Drabble
Characters: Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng
Rating: Appropriate for all ages
Summary: Wei Wuxian's most important words don't have far to travel. A missing scene from the Cloud Recesses lectures.
Author's Notes: Betaed by Eliza
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Wei Wuxian's not released from the library until supper, and then he only gets a few short hours to himself before curfew. Everyone uses the time to study or write home; the light fades too fast to do much else.
"Don't write to A-die," Jiang Cheng tells him shortly. "I haven't mentioned that Teacher Lan threw you out, nor should you until your punishment is done."
Jiang-shushu wouldn't be mad, but Wei Wuxian doesn't point that out. Jiang Cheng knows.
There's no one else at Lotus Pier Wei Wuxian wants to write. Instead, he sketches sword forms while Jiang Cheng composes something painfully formal to Yu-furen; he's seen that strain on Shijie's face. It's just as well Yu-furen prefers not to hear from him. He doubts he could manage that level of seriousness for even a short letter.
He grabs another scrap of paper, and quickly doodles a caricature of himself saying, "A-Cheng, let's go to Caiyi Town for snacks. Dinner was terrible." Then he balls up the scrap and tosses it at Jiang Cheng, just as though they were in a lecture.
Jiang Cheng catches it before it lands in his ink, and scowls at Wei Wuxian. "What?"
Wei Wuxian starts another sketch, pretending not to hear him. Jiang Cheng grumbles, but gives in, carefully smoothing out the paper to read it. Wei Wuxian fights to suppress his glee at the outrage that blooms on his brother's face.
"Wei Wuxian!" Jiang Cheng barks. "You know you're forbidden to leave right now. Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
Wei Wuxian can't help it; he collapses with laughter. Jiang Cheng repeats his name, but with more exasperation than anger, the corner of his mouth twitching suspiciously, reluctantly. The strain is gone, and it won't return with the same intensity. That's the point.
Author: Rana Eros
Drabble Type: Triple Drabble
Characters: Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng
Rating: Appropriate for all ages
Summary: Wei Wuxian's most important words don't have far to travel. A missing scene from the Cloud Recesses lectures.
Author's Notes: Betaed by Eliza
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Wei Wuxian's not released from the library until supper, and then he only gets a few short hours to himself before curfew. Everyone uses the time to study or write home; the light fades too fast to do much else.
"Don't write to A-die," Jiang Cheng tells him shortly. "I haven't mentioned that Teacher Lan threw you out, nor should you until your punishment is done."
Jiang-shushu wouldn't be mad, but Wei Wuxian doesn't point that out. Jiang Cheng knows.
There's no one else at Lotus Pier Wei Wuxian wants to write. Instead, he sketches sword forms while Jiang Cheng composes something painfully formal to Yu-furen; he's seen that strain on Shijie's face. It's just as well Yu-furen prefers not to hear from him. He doubts he could manage that level of seriousness for even a short letter.
He grabs another scrap of paper, and quickly doodles a caricature of himself saying, "A-Cheng, let's go to Caiyi Town for snacks. Dinner was terrible." Then he balls up the scrap and tosses it at Jiang Cheng, just as though they were in a lecture.
Jiang Cheng catches it before it lands in his ink, and scowls at Wei Wuxian. "What?"
Wei Wuxian starts another sketch, pretending not to hear him. Jiang Cheng grumbles, but gives in, carefully smoothing out the paper to read it. Wei Wuxian fights to suppress his glee at the outrage that blooms on his brother's face.
"Wei Wuxian!" Jiang Cheng barks. "You know you're forbidden to leave right now. Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
Wei Wuxian can't help it; he collapses with laughter. Jiang Cheng repeats his name, but with more exasperation than anger, the corner of his mouth twitching suspiciously, reluctantly. The strain is gone, and it won't return with the same intensity. That's the point.