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Moiraine ([personal profile] blue_ajah) wrote2020-08-24 10:23 am

[panfandomsandbox] change is in the wind

She sits at the table near the fireplace, sipping tea and reflecting on what she has learned in recent days.

In the world where she was born, the Dark One is also known as the Lord of the Grave, and is the one who holds power and sway over the dead -- and to an extent, death itself. Fortunately, Moiraine is experienced enough with Milliways to not draw instantaneous conclusions.

(The lessons learned from Anthy Himemiya will remain with her for the rest of her life.)

It had helped that she had seen nothing of intentional evil or the mark of the Shadow as she knows it when she had studied Harrowhark while channeling. It is nonetheless something that requires consideration, in case action of some sort becomes necessary.

The Aes Sedai has much to think about.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-09-01 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a thin, bitter edge to his smile now, as it returns to his lips.

"What you can offer me," he echoes. "Of course. Is that why you wished to share tea with me, Madam Moiraine?"

She would fit in well with Gusu Lan after all, he thinks.
Edited 2020-09-01 23:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-09-01 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian leans back in his seat, arms crossed. His tea slowly cools on the tabletop.

"And I wonder how long it would have taken you to reach your point, if I had not asked about your associate. Many others speak plainly here. Why not you?"
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-09-02 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
He knows well that telling the truth is not the same as speaking plainly, and yet --

(He is so tired.)

"What do you want to do to me?" he asks bluntly.
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-09-02 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"By what? Clarifying my mind? Fixing my temperament?"

He scoffs, casting his gaze to the tea service.

"How could you even tell? There is no resentful energy in the land here. I have sketched talismans and done tricks that would barely entertain a child -- nothing more."
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-09-02 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He hears Lan Zhan in the back of his mind, murmuring about the harm that will come to him if he continues on this path. The marks it will leave; the damage it will cause to both body and temperament.

"Yes." He fixes her with a hard look. "I do not keep it secret. And I do not wish to be healed."

(He thought he'd escaped this. Yet even here, in a place he thought of as refuge -- )
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[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-09-02 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. I will take my leave."

His chair scrapes back, like the snarl of a wolf, as he gets to his feet. Stiffly, Wei Wuxian gives the most perfunctory of bows to Moiraine, then turns on his heel and walks away.