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milliways_bar2021-09-03 12:10 pm
alongfallfromgrace) wrote in milliways_bar2021-09-03 12:10 pm
Bartending!
Two days ago, Wei Wuxian finally finished the memorial plaque he's been carving for Xiao Xingchen. After taking a few days to figure out what else he might need, he finally presents his list to Bar, and is rewarded with a wrapped bundle and a map.
He bows to her, for her trouble.
His plans go nearly immediately awry. He finds the memorial for the Wens easily enough with the aid, but when faced with all of them, lined up neatly in a row...
Well.
There's maybe a bit more crying than he counted on. How could there not be? They were counting on his protection, or at the very least throwing in his lot with theirs, and here he is - not only alive and mostly (somewhat) healthy, but wearing the face of the clan that killed them. He spends a lot of time on his knees, apologizing for everything he can think of, painstakingly cleaning their plaques, carefully arranging the incense and offerings he brought for them, though now it feels like it isn't enough. How could it be enough?
He doesn't look at or touch his own. He should remove it, he knows, he's not entirely sure he agrees it should have been put up in the first place, but...
There's still a slash on his arm that isn't healing. There could be a need for it again, before too long.
Anyway.
Once he's managed to settle himself, he introduces Xiao Xingchen to the Wens, absolutely certain that if they were all still alive, they'd like each other. He knows... well, enough about what needs to be done - he helped Jiang Cheng clean the Jiang ancestral hall and set it back to rights after they re-took Lotus Pier, and he was there when they brought Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu home. He's never been the only one responsible before however, and the nerves rattle through him. He apologizes to his marital uncle as he sets the plaque in place, bowing over lit incense, about the relative informality of everything. It's the best he can do, at the moment, with what he has, so he does it and hopes for the best.
He stays there, with them, for a long while. It's quiet here - turns out they picked a very nice place for the Wens to stay after all. Besides, it isn't as if spending ages bowing to the dead is a new experience for him.
Sorry Madam Yu. His fault, he knows.
After a long while, he returns to the bar, and finds he doesn't want to be alone. Bar is kind enough to take him up on his offer, leaving him with chalk and a few books on cocktails once he has some time to get his ingredients together for the special.
Special: Tofu Brains, however you like!
- Sweet
- Savory
- Hot
- Cold
After setting up the specials, he entertains himself with sketching lotuses on the specials board while he waits.
He bows to her, for her trouble.
His plans go nearly immediately awry. He finds the memorial for the Wens easily enough with the aid, but when faced with all of them, lined up neatly in a row...
Well.
There's maybe a bit more crying than he counted on. How could there not be? They were counting on his protection, or at the very least throwing in his lot with theirs, and here he is - not only alive and mostly (somewhat) healthy, but wearing the face of the clan that killed them. He spends a lot of time on his knees, apologizing for everything he can think of, painstakingly cleaning their plaques, carefully arranging the incense and offerings he brought for them, though now it feels like it isn't enough. How could it be enough?
He doesn't look at or touch his own. He should remove it, he knows, he's not entirely sure he agrees it should have been put up in the first place, but...
There's still a slash on his arm that isn't healing. There could be a need for it again, before too long.
Anyway.
Once he's managed to settle himself, he introduces Xiao Xingchen to the Wens, absolutely certain that if they were all still alive, they'd like each other. He knows... well, enough about what needs to be done - he helped Jiang Cheng clean the Jiang ancestral hall and set it back to rights after they re-took Lotus Pier, and he was there when they brought Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu home. He's never been the only one responsible before however, and the nerves rattle through him. He apologizes to his marital uncle as he sets the plaque in place, bowing over lit incense, about the relative informality of everything. It's the best he can do, at the moment, with what he has, so he does it and hopes for the best.
He stays there, with them, for a long while. It's quiet here - turns out they picked a very nice place for the Wens to stay after all. Besides, it isn't as if spending ages bowing to the dead is a new experience for him.
Sorry Madam Yu. His fault, he knows.
After a long while, he returns to the bar, and finds he doesn't want to be alone. Bar is kind enough to take him up on his offer, leaving him with chalk and a few books on cocktails once he has some time to get his ingredients together for the special.
- Sweet
- Savory
- Hot
- Cold
After setting up the specials, he entertains himself with sketching lotuses on the specials board while he waits.