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[resurging]

[ excuse the language, but fuck all of this. all of it. every surface of it. wei wuxian may not have been lied to directly, but he might as well have been - by everyone, likely including his own brother and sister. what kind of conspiracy is this? why is he undeserving of this knowledge? he loves shijie like nothing else in the world, and it's true that his disdain for the peacock is well-known, but to keep the knowledge that they have a son - did everyone think he wouldn't be happy?

he doesn't matter, in the grand scheme of things. shijie's happiness, on the other hand, means the whole world. no matter where wei wuxian stands, he would never look poorly on the source of it.

wei wuxian doesn't quite rush to where jin ling is, but he does approach with purpose. he takes the scenic route, walking briskly, not trusting himself to ride his sword.

when he finds the young man, wei wuxian seizes him hand to face, taking a good long look at jin ling. the shape of his face. the cut of his jaw. the soft lines of his cheeks, and that red dot on his forehead.

shijie's eyes look up to him, and wei wuxian could cry.

he hasn't forgotten everything else he's been told, and all pieced together, wei wuxian's heart breaks. ]

Who raised you anyway, Jiang Cheng?

[ he's not going to cry. he's going to hug this precious young man with his loud voice and poor temper, and not cry. ]

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[ Jin Ling was tense, coiled up like a spring, waiting restlessly. He stood up straighter when he saw Wei Wuxian approach, gripping his Father’s sword tightly. He wasn’t expecting the man to grab him, and just sort of stared at him in affronted shock for several seconds before his face stated to heat up and he pulled away out of Wei Wuxian’s grasp. ]

And what’s wrong with that? [ The defensive tone is automatic, ingrained. ] He and Little Uncle raised me just fine!!

[resurging]

It shouldn't have been just them! You should have had a family! All of us, even- even Jin Zixuan, awful as he is, you deserved to have all of it. A mother and a father who would've shown you how much they loved you.

You lost that. You told me yourself, your father died. And everyone's insinuated it too, that you've lost them both...

[ wei wuxian grips jin ling the the shoulders, his eyes wet and his heart breaking as he struggles with the whole truth of it. ]

Why didn't you tell me? Everyone else must've known, but not me - why didn't you tell me you were my nephew? Where was I when you were growing up, Jin Ling?

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[ It was too much, and he could feel the answering wetness in his own eyes automatically as they slid away, unable to look at Wei Wuxian, two hearts fragmenting in separate chests. ]

Why would I want to bring any of that here! [ His voice cracked. ]

You didn’t remember - you’re happy - Uncle loves you and would defend you to his dying breath. What would you have me do? Ruin all of it? Lay out the whole ugly horrible history?

I wanted — [ His voice cracked again, half way into a sob. ] I wanted things to be different here, I wanted things to be okay, I wanted a family that - that was whole and— [ But it was getting harder to talk and harder to see, tears blurring his vision. ]