Wei Wuxian had grown used to cultivators looking at him askance, the murmur of wicked tricks on their lips even as they bowed and smiled in greeting. He can appreciate Madam Moiraine's politeness. It shows she does not think so lowly of him, for if she did, he'd be afforded no politeness at all.
But abruptly, he's exhausted by the pretense. All the careful prods and parries. It feels like a cage closing around him after weeks of being so open in his conversations, here in this strange inn.
"Mm," is all he says. And he waits to see if she will say more.
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Date: 2020-09-01 10:49 pm (UTC)Wei Wuxian had grown used to cultivators looking at him askance, the murmur of wicked tricks on their lips even as they bowed and smiled in greeting. He can appreciate Madam Moiraine's politeness. It shows she does not think so lowly of him, for if she did, he'd be afforded no politeness at all.
But abruptly, he's exhausted by the pretense. All the careful prods and parries. It feels like a cage closing around him after weeks of being so open in his conversations, here in this strange inn.
"Mm," is all he says. And he waits to see if she will say more.