( Don't worry, and she worries. She wants to listen, too, but the driving urge is to move, is the same fear she'd been sharing with A-Cheng before he'd started trying to push her away, and she'd had to tell him to attempt the impossible and hold on, rally himself while she clung to him with scaled arm and overlarge neck and head. Dragons and rivergods alike, clinging to each other on an ice sheet and both caught up in a worry that they find Wei Wuxian. )
A-Cheng and I are both worried. I just managed to help him calm down, A-Xian—if Wangji's not with you now, if you're lost, can you keep talking to me as you move? Come back to us, please.
( She's trying to listen to his request that isn't really a request right yet: to stay there, to be a homing beacon of a sort, for him to return. Her edge of concern grows all the greater, talons digging into the snow and frozen ground beneath. He must make it back. Not this, again, not on another world. She's not losing either of her brothers. She refuses.
(It's not a logical thought process, exactly, but the feeling that drives it remembers other times, remembers a few weeks before, remembers the world going dark and no longer feeling Jiang Cheng's warmth at her bleeding back.) )
You're not alone out there, and we need you back here. Wangji must be worried too, and I know you're worried for him. You both need to come back to us, okay?
[Jiang Cheng is worried? That doesn't seem right, but at least Wei Wuxian can be sure they're both okay. He shivers, feeling his body shift again, claws extending as a surge of that wild magic hits again and he nearly cracks his phone in his fist.
Wei Wuxian manages to hold his voice back, trying to hang on and listen to her words. They feel distant, and it's harder to hold onto them, his ears attuned to the other things coming alive out in the woods instead.]
Shijie, I...
[Lan Zhan, she'd mentioned Lan Zhan, hadn't she? Was he here? Wei Wuxian's new senses can surely scent him out, along with the other prey out here in the growing dark. His tails whip around with anxious energy, nerves alight.]
I-I'll look for Lan Zhan.
[He barely manages to get the words out before he drops the phone and starts racing through the forest, looking a bit more wild and animalistic with each footfall.]
[ooc: well, good news, he ran off and found Lan Zhan over here (cw: nsfw!)]
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A-Cheng and I are both worried. I just managed to help him calm down, A-Xian—if Wangji's not with you now, if you're lost, can you keep talking to me as you move? Come back to us, please.
( She's trying to listen to his request that isn't really a request right yet: to stay there, to be a homing beacon of a sort, for him to return. Her edge of concern grows all the greater, talons digging into the snow and frozen ground beneath. He must make it back. Not this, again, not on another world. She's not losing either of her brothers. She refuses.
(It's not a logical thought process, exactly, but the feeling that drives it remembers other times, remembers a few weeks before, remembers the world going dark and no longer feeling Jiang Cheng's warmth at her bleeding back.) )
You're not alone out there, and we need you back here. Wangji must be worried too, and I know you're worried for him. You both need to come back to us, okay?
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Wei Wuxian manages to hold his voice back, trying to hang on and listen to her words. They feel distant, and it's harder to hold onto them, his ears attuned to the other things coming alive out in the woods instead.]
Shijie, I...
[Lan Zhan, she'd mentioned Lan Zhan, hadn't she? Was he here? Wei Wuxian's new senses can surely scent him out, along with the other prey out here in the growing dark. His tails whip around with anxious energy, nerves alight.]
I-I'll look for Lan Zhan.
[He barely manages to get the words out before he drops the phone and starts racing through the forest, looking a bit more wild and animalistic with each footfall.]
[ooc: well, good news, he ran off and found Lan Zhan over here (cw: nsfw!)]