Lan Xichen is so tired. So tired of all of this discord and anger, tired that a war that ended years ago is still raging inside his home, tired of being the one who has to find an answer that pleases all parties when all parties refuse to be pleased.
"Survive." He chokes out, his veneer of calm cracking like fine porcelain. "I will do this for you, Wangji, but you must survive."
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Date: 2020-11-02 06:50 pm (UTC)"Survive." He chokes out, his veneer of calm cracking like fine porcelain. "I will do this for you, Wangji, but you must survive."