[ He doesn't go so far as undressing Archer, although the thought does cross his mind. The man's armor is off, at least, and that will have to do for now. It's surprisingly easy to coax him to bed and unfurl the covers over him.
What a strange person, he thinks to himself, after closing the bedroom door. To be so strong, and yet so unmanned by his mirror.
What burden must he be carrying? Clearly he'd died before—that wound was surely mortal—yet even his life wasn't enough of a price to pay. Wei Wuxian stands there, thinking, his hand over his chest.
...
A little while later, he too goes to bed. When he closes his eyes, he can see the wolf from the forest, its fangs gleaming. It's terrifying. But a little while longer, and he can hear a harp's plucked strings sounding all around him and he feels safe. The mirror (still in his lapels) plays its somber melodies; but to him, it doesn't sound sad. Somehow the harp merges with the refined sound of a guqin, as he drifts off to sleep. ]
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What a strange person, he thinks to himself, after closing the bedroom door. To be so strong, and yet so unmanned by his mirror.
What burden must he be carrying? Clearly he'd died before—that wound was surely mortal—yet even his life wasn't enough of a price to pay. Wei Wuxian stands there, thinking, his hand over his chest.
...
A little while later, he too goes to bed. When he closes his eyes, he can see the wolf from the forest, its fangs gleaming. It's terrifying. But a little while longer, and he can hear a harp's plucked strings sounding all around him and he feels safe. The mirror (still in his lapels) plays its somber melodies; but to him, it doesn't sound sad. Somehow the harp merges with the refined sound of a guqin, as he drifts off to sleep. ]