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Event Twenty-One

Sometimes I feel happy,
Sometimes I feel sad.
Sometimes I feel curious,
Sometimes I feel mad.
Sometimes I feel silly,
Sometimes I feel surprised.
How many feelings,
Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong.

This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all.

And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all.

Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event!

If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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A pose?

[ As weird as he feels about Archer at this minute, he can't help being affected by an offer like that. ]

You can definitely strike a pose! Hmm, let's see... sitting down is boring, how about lying down instead?

[ He has a blanket, intended to ward off any chill his subjects might be feeling, but now he spreads it on the ground. ]

Here, get comfortable!

Lying down? Ahaha, this is certainly new.

[ Isn’t posing in such a manner reserved for the women? He recalls a time Artoria had taken a trip to the beach with Master and several other female Servants. And the thought of so many beautiful women in swimsuits…wet and relaxing on a beach after boar-hunting…

On an ordinary day he’d have been embarrassed to even think about it. That’s his king in the swimsuit with the monster-slaying Excalibur-powered water gun, dammit! Right now, though, the memories only make him smile. So he gets down on that blanket, propping himself up on an elbow as if he were lounging at the beach himself. ]

Then how is this?

Uh....

[ His intention had been mischief and teasing, asking Archer to lie down. But it seems that his plan has backfired. His eyes involuntarily sweep up Archer's body, long-limbed and lithe, with his scarlet hair spilling about his shoulders and onto the blanket, finally resting on that... that smile, dyed in a hint of wickedness.

...

If I were a woman, he thinks to himself, I wouldn't be able to resist such a sight. Even now, he can feel his heart tremble. ]

[ Ordinarily, he'd keep a thought like that to himself. But this is not an ordinary day. ]

My goodness, brother Archer! Looking like that, so relaxed and alluring... hahaha! if you invited me to bed, I'd have a hard time refusing!

[ And Tristan, unable to imagine that he’d hold any sort of allure for a man, can only laugh at Wuxian’s jesting. Because of course that must be what it is! ]

Certainly, there is room here, Wuxian, if I must take you away from your canvas.

[ On any other day, he'd just laugh and keep painting. But utter shamelessness and an innate tendency towards mischief is a terrible combination. A beautiful sight and an open invitation... how can he resist? He sets down his brush and bounces over to the blanket, stretching himself out beside the man, reaching out to run his fingers through Archer's crimson locks.

...something he's wanted to do ever since they met, he realizes. ]

I'll admit, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, since you confessed to me.

I…confessed?

[ To what? Did he do something wrong? Tristan leans in to Wei Wuxian’s touch, humming appreciatively at the man’s talented fingers. Had he committed some transgression against Wuxian? Did Shen Qingqiu perhaps…

No, he can’t imagine he would. But it doesn’t trouble him so much, because Wuxian is a good friend and he’s sure they can sort whatever this is out. ]

Well, if there is anything I can do to put your heart at ease, you have but to name it, Wuxian.

Anything?

[ What a dangerous offer, he thinks to himself gleefully. He twirls a lock of red hair around his finger. ]

It's a been a while since I last tasted your lips.

[ Watching the man sputter and blush.... this will be really entertaining! ]

Indeed?

[ What an odd way of putting it…but then, he’d known Wuxian to be quite the poet! And a jester, besides, so Tristan can’t help but chuckle lightly at it. ]

I do not imagine that it would be a terribly exciting experience.

[ In fact, it makes him a little sad to think about, recalling the time he had kissed Wuxian out of necessity. Even though that turned out to be all a lie… ]

[ He presses that lock of hair to his lips, while gazing up into Archer's eyes. ]

You did say anything. Are you going back on your word?

[ The gesture reminds him of how he’d bid farewell to many a fair maiden in his time, and he wonders…

Nah. ]

Certainly not. [ But he does grow a little more somber at it. ] I simply thought that Xie Lian might suit your attentions better.

[ He lets the lock of hair drop, and goes back to stroking Archer's hair, his fingers even straying down to caress the man's shoulder. ]

Xie Lian? No, no, no. That was all just a big misunderstanding. I used to call him "dearest wife" as a joke, because he appeared in this world clad in a red wedding dress and veil. Others overheard, and well... haha, things got out of hand! But it's all resolved now!

[ he... thinks........

they told Pyra, anyway. ]

[ …Well that doesn’t make him feel any better at all. In fact, not even Wei Wuxian’s caresses can ease away the sadness now welling up inside of him. ]

Poor Pyra…

[ To think she’d gone out of her way to make the announcements and even tell the others and—but now that he thinks back on it, it all makes sense now. That is—as much sense as can be gleaned when you’re dealing with Wei Wuxian over here. Xie Lian is after all rather meek, and Wei Wuxian’s eccentric behavior can be misread by others. Tristan of all people knows that Wuxian’s generally just fooling around with all this flirting! ]

I hope you will make it up to her. She had seemed quite earnest about this entire affair, and so had I…

[ So had Nero. Really, you guys have a lot to answer for!! ]

[ .....ah.

He draws his hand away at that. He'd been lying down opposite Archer, but now he sits up crosslegged beside the man. Shame is welling up inside him. ]

I want to, but I just don't know how—

[ wait ]

A-aaaa? You too? I didn't think anybody except Pyra really...

[ Well, Shen Qingqiu too. But he's a tenderhearted fool, anybody knows that. ]

Even Saber had. From what I have heard, she offered you her theater as a venue for the wedding.

[ And given that it’s the manifestation of one of her greatest accomplishments in life as well as a damn fine building in general, well… ]

Quite the incredible honor, that.

[ But he sits up as well, feeling that old sense of shame of his welling up within him. ]

But I think…I understand why you had to go through this charade in the first place. I hesitated to question Xie Lian about the occasion, but now…

[ His expression falls. His shoulders slump. He gazes at the weave of the blanket, picking at it. ]

A number of people knew about the wedding before I did. One of the ways things got out of hand, is that I was never sure of Xie Lian's feelings on the matter, even though I tried to speak to him on a number of occasions. I'd feared that calling him "dearest wife" all the time might have given him the wrong idea...

[ He exhales; and then looks up at Archer, smiling helplessly. ]

But after the invitation went out, he definitively said that he didn't want to get married, so at least that part's resolved!

[ It’s a rare moment when Wei Wuxian is finally speaking plainly to him, without riddles and jesting. Tristan has always treasured these moments, and he does so now—with a little smile. ]

Then I am sorry for having brought it up with Lan Wangji as well. If fewer people had known about this affair, then you might have been able to resolve it much sooner.

[ For his, Xie Lian’s, and Pyra’s sakes. But geez, Tristan can’t really feel mad when all’s said and done—because of course he believes Wei Wuxian wholeheartedly. ]

How sad…

After the invitation went out, it's not like it mattered, who you told. Don't worry about it, you were just making conversation. It was my fault, anyway.

[ A beat. ]

Do you... have any ideas? About how to, er, make it up to maidens?

[ Since you brought it up, and all. ]

[ Despite what he’d just said earlier, he can’t help but smile at that. Nero and Pyra might be far too goodhearted to really be mad at him despite everything, but at least Wei Wuxian knows how to take responsibility where it counts. ]

The old-fashioned way would be through a letter, perhaps with a gift humbly expressing your profound contrition.

[ The more modern methods are a little out of their depth at the moment… ]

Regardless, you are a clever man. No doubt they would be thrilled with anything you might come up with.

Right.... right.

[ He glances down, thinking. A painting, a piece of calligraphy, a poem... flowers from the forest... he'll think of something.

He takes a deep breath and exhales, his shoulders coming down and his features smoothing out. He looks up at Archer, smiling genuinely. ]

Thanks. I mean it.

There is no need for that.

[ After all, there’s one more favor he has to make. He tucks a lock of red hair behind his ear and leans down to give Wei Wuxian that kiss he’d promised earlier. It’s over quickly as Tristan rises to his feet, none the worse for wear following that ordeal. ]

But I should not be keeping you from your work any longer.

[ Surely there are much more interesting subjects for him to paint! ]

[ He's already thinking to himself what he should do. For Maiden Nero, a poem or an artwork would be best. For Pyra... ]

[ And then Archer is suddenly close to him, and there's a warm sensation on his lips. It's over in a flash, and he's left just sitting there stunned on the blanket. ]

.......huh?

[ Did this guy take lessons from Shen Qingqiu on surprise kissing people? ]

[ But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, he realizes that he did ask for a kiss from the man, he'd just forgotten. ]

Haaaa....hahaha.

[ It takes him a moment to find his feet, but he does manage to stand. ]

I...

[ He considers asking the man to stay, as he hasn't actually painted his portrait yet; but some part of him realizes that that might be a bit dangerous, considering the strange fluttering feeling in his chest and the warm sensation in his cheeks. He rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. ]

All right. I guess I... I'll see you later.

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