It's a taste he never thought he'd get to enjoy again. And for all the bad things about being stuck here, he can't be upset at the second chance to see his sister, hear her voice, and taste the soup she always made so lovingly for her family. It tastes like memories and better times and all the things that warm his heart. The mood around the campfire is pleasant and smiles come easy, and he pours himself another helping, long after everyone has finished.
He sits a little way off, trying to calm his heart and fluttering emotions, though he still wears a faint smile. Wei Wuxian stirs the bowl, not really eating it anymore, but content to sip occasionally, trying not to get emotional over a simple bowl of rib and lotus soup.
Arts and Crafts
Having even one bit of familiar power flowing through him has done wonders for his motivation. Wei Wuxian sits amid a small pile of paper cut-outs that are in the vague shape of a man, drawing tiny robes on one side and a bit of calligraphy on the back. One of the papermen is standing up all on its own, tidying the pile as Wei Wuxian makes more. As you approach, it crawls up onto Wei Wuxian's lap and waves up at you in a friendly greeting.
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It's a taste he never thought he'd get to enjoy again. And for all the bad things about being stuck here, he can't be upset at the second chance to see his sister, hear her voice, and taste the soup she always made so lovingly for her family. It tastes like memories and better times and all the things that warm his heart. The mood around the campfire is pleasant and smiles come easy, and he pours himself another helping, long after everyone has finished.
He sits a little way off, trying to calm his heart and fluttering emotions, though he still wears a faint smile. Wei Wuxian stirs the bowl, not really eating it anymore, but content to sip occasionally, trying not to get emotional over a simple bowl of rib and lotus soup.
Arts and Crafts
Having even one bit of familiar power flowing through him has done wonders for his motivation. Wei Wuxian sits amid a small pile of paper cut-outs that are in the vague shape of a man, drawing tiny robes on one side and a bit of calligraphy on the back. One of the papermen is standing up all on its own, tidying the pile as Wei Wuxian makes more. As you approach, it crawls up onto Wei Wuxian's lap and waves up at you in a friendly greeting.