New Plan, Step One: Provide For My Community [open]

[summerdude]

Magnus needs something to change, so when a Mansion calendar helpfully informs him that it's International Falafel Day back on Earth, he goes to the library for some cookbooks, and then to the kitchen.

He lays out ten different falafel recipes. He gathers the ingredients they list, as best as he can understand them. He has canned chickpeas and fresh chickpeas and dried chickpeas and chickpea flour and box mixes of falafel that say 'just add water!'

Cripes.

"I can do this," he says, peering at the assorted recipes intently for a good ten minutes, and then takes the dried chickpeas over to the sink to rinse and soak.

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[summerdude]

"Is there anything else he wants to say?"

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji's eyebrows lift, just barely. This line of inquiry¹ has the potential to truly stretch the limits of qin language, depending on how Shen Yuan chooses to answer.

Firstly, then: Is there anything else you want to say?

With a welcome and surprising flicker of humor, Lan Wangji says, "Yes, there is. I will ask what." He does -- and this answer is longer, but not so long as he had been half-fearing.

"Shen Yuan wants to speak with you about everything you have been saying to the plant that will become his body," he says, "but not through me. It is not the same this way."

¹Yeah, yeah.

[summerdude]

Magnus's eyes widen. "He's heard," he breathes, and then looks around. "How should I talk to him?"

[lightbearinglord]

And so Lan Wangji puts his hands back to the qin. How shall Magnus speak with you? he plays.

The look on his face softens again while he listens, faint regret. "You will need to wait until he has returned."

[summerdude]

"Okay," Magnus sighs. "I can wait."

[lightbearinglord]

"Is that everything?" Lan Wangji prompts, as gently as he can.

[summerdude]

"I can't think of anything else I should ask right now," says Magnus. He doesn't want to let Shen Yuan go yet, though. "Is there anything else I should be asking right now? -- That's another question."

[lightbearinglord]

Magnus' quiet desperation, unlike the rest of what he is feeling, seems obvious. He is rattled and afraid, just as they all are. He wants the key that will unlock guaranteed safety for this mansion. Lan Wangji suspects it does not exist -- but he doesn't say as much. He nods. He plays the question. Is there anything else we should ask?

Again, a small frown tugs at his face while Shen Yuan's spirit plucks the strings. "He bids us to ask about the remainder of his killer's power over memory." And so he does, without waiting for Magnus to prompt him.

He does not care for the answer, but that is not Shen Yuan's fault. The information is useful, and he is glad to have it. He is glad for very little else just now. "She does not only take memories. She can create false memories as well. He believes her ability to do so is limited -- she did this to Shen Yuan only at the end, by making him believe that Luo Binghe had harmed Galahad during their confrontation when he did not. He urges us to check in with one another, to compare memories, and to believe the best of each other."

[summerdude]

"Shit," quietly. "And she targeted me because..." He puts two and two together. "I could remember some stuff that she tried to make me forget, I guess? And Shen Yuan to get to Luo Binghe? Why did she give Galahad the nightmares?"

[lightbearinglord]

If Lan Wangji is beginning to flag, he certainly will not show that to Magnus. And he, too, is curious whether there is a reason that Galahad received those nightmares. He asks.

"He doesn't know for certain. Broadly, she wants to sow misery. Shen Yuan suspects she wanted the blame to fall on Luo Binghe." A memory comes to him, almost certainly a real one: Claudius asking about the nightmares, understandably ready to name Luo Binghe the culprit; Lan Wangji's hesitation, for all the hatred and mistrust he feels toward Luo Binghe, and his fear of the power of a false accusation.

[summerdude]

"That's so stupid. Even Loki had a reason, as dumb and horrible as it was."

[lightbearinglord]

"It is stupid." He lets his hands rest at the edge of the qin, between the strings and himself. "I fear this can end only in her death."

[summerdude]

"Yeah," Magnus agrees, grimly. "A prison cave with dripping snake venom doesn't seem like it would do much, with her powers."

[lightbearinglord]

"Mn." For far from the first time, Lan Wangji is grateful for the reading he did about the Norse pantheon. He lets a beat of silence stand, then asks again, gently, "Are you finished?"

[summerdude]

Lan Wangji looks really tired, and Magnus doesn't have any specific questions left. He just wants to keep talking to Shen Yuan, but he wants to talk to him the way they usually do: bickering and teasing each other, possibly over a video game. "No further questions, your honor."

[lightbearinglord]

It is with some muted relief that Lan Wangji begins to pack up his qin again, although the fact of that relief comes with an additional pang of guilt. He sits with the white-wrapped instrument across his lap for a moment, and then sets it aside so that he can turn to Magnus. He isn't certain where to begin, or if he even should begin. Something is hurting Magnus; is it him, or the mere fact of Shen Yuan's death, or the fear of what Aornis may do, or all of it at once? Because he is uncertain, he says nothing.

[summerdude]

A cool breeze ruffles through Magnus's hair, almost like a caress. Almost like all the times Shen Yuan would ruffle his hair in the middle of a game. This fortifies Magnus. Staring straight ahead, he says, carefully, "When you said you forgot to ask if he had a message for me, I thought you meant you didn't ask about messages for anyone."

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji stays silent, expressionless through the slow sinking feeling. He tries, as much as he can, to be honest with Magnus. It is a privilege of this place, of the circumstances that brought them together. This is not like bringing Wen Yuan back from the Burial Mounds and cloaking him in Lan white to keep him safe from his own identity.

He has to fight for the words, and so he speaks slowly. "Those questions were from Claudius. I would not have thought of them myself." It sounds flimsy as he says it. "This technique, Inquiry... it is rare to play more than a few questions. I had not considered disseminating personal messages." Yet another hesitation -- logically, once Claudius asked for two, perhaps he should have thought to ask for more. He has reasons, but they feel like pale imitations of true excuses. "When I played this with Claudius, I was--" His hands, folded neatly in his lap, tighten on one another. "I was overwhelmed." That word seemed to work to express his distress to Claudius. It might work for Magnus, too.

[summerdude]

Magnus looks over at him. "Overwhelmed?"

[lightbearinglord]

He is looking back at Magnus, all his features very still, as composed as he knows how to make himself. "I told you that I must have tried to contact Shen Yuan several times and then forgotten, because I spoke that name aloud before I knew I should not. I am missing pieces of every day since his death." He finds that he has to stop there.

[summerdude]

Magnus watches Lan Wangji for a long moment, taking in his stillness. Hanguang-jun is always fairly still, even when he's in motion, but this is on another level. "And you really hate that," he surmises.

[lightbearinglord]

"Yes." Lan Wangji shuts his eyes, just for the time it takes to breathe once. "I am sorry," he says again, as he reopens them and trains his gaze on Magnus' face again.

[summerdude]

"I understand," Magnus says, because he does. "I'm still really hurt neither of you thought to ask," he adds, because he is. Then, careful to avoid the qin, he flings himself in the direction of Lan Wangji's arms.

[lightbearinglord]

As surprised as he is, it is nearly instinctive for Lan Wangji to open his arms and catch Magnus, pulling him half onto his lap with the force of the subsequent embrace. He closes his eyes again, holding on as tightly as he can. Pressed this close, Magnus may well be able to feel how fast his heart is beating, a rhythm that is usually much, much slower.

[summerdude]

Magnus's heart is beating nearly as quickly. He buries his face in Hanguang-jun's shoulder. He doesn't know if he's going to cry or not, but his face feels hot, so this feels like a safe move.