week four | mingle

[marriagebroker]

Final week at the estate! Final week with your friends. Final week with your beaus. Time to make the most of it, everyone!

In fact, to celebrate this fact, today there is a cake. It's nothing special, just a nice little cake to enjoy with your morning coffee or throughout the day. Yay, cake!

And when Wei Wuxian arrives that morning, he is going to call out once again for everyone to join him, near the cake.

"Everyone, I have another announcement!"

Hell yeah, announcements.

Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

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Dedicating these grippers to you before I lose my chance

[poans]

[Yingying's hands are warm. He doesn't pull back, grounded by the comforting gesture as he is.

He won't speak overlong on this, because he will never be able to put to words the enormity of what everyone has done for him. Leaving the white square, he tottered into the night with only the clothes on his back and the faintest glimmer of hope for a place to belong. Greater still was the despair of thorough isolation, as well as his resignation to a violent death that very night, be it through wrong company or his violation of the curfew amid his wandering in the rain.

Instead, he came here where there's color and lives are treated preciously. In the gardens here, he met Yingying, whose sweetness and understanding warmed as opposed to sear. Yingying, who always considers others whereas Gubo cared for himself the most. So Yi Sang won't pull away; rather, he grasps her hands back in return.]

I may have gone astray and lost sight of where I was . . . but now, I believe I have found a path. [He looks up at her with a gentle smile.] One I shall continue to walk for as long as I am able.

Thank you, Miss Yingying. And . . . I am glad to have met you.

thanks i'll treasure these grippers my sweet jae...

[embellwish]

[ She meets his smile with a quiet one of her own, keeping their hands entwined for so long as he permits it. She's happy that he can say that so surely — and so directly, too, without so many words shrouding the true meaning. ]

Have you given it any thought? Where that path will lead you to next.

[ It's coming up, after all... soon, they'll all have to go separate ways. She knows there are those among them who intend to follow others home, perhaps even herself among them if she takes up Odile's offer of a place to start her recovery. Yi Sang... shouldn't go back to where he came from, that's for certain.

But perhaps most importantly of all, where he charts out to next is something Yi Sang needs to choose for himself, after being yanked around by the people around him. Her own home is always looking for more brilliant minds like his, and she's sure he'd have lots to offer the Bureau, if he so chose... but she wants him to see the path ahead as clearly and openly without distraction or input. This is a path he needs to forge for himself, and she wouldn't tarnish that or take that away from him for her own personal feelings. As before... she's happy just seeing him get to this point. ]

[poans]

[He sees before him two paths.]

There is something I must do.

[One takes him back to the City, where wrongs brought about by his slothfulness must be righted. This is something he eventually wishes to do, but not without some forethought so as not to squander the new lease on life he's been granted. It's also much too risky to speak of it openly here.

As for the other . . .

He spends a moment studying Yingying's face, his eyes roaming to take in every detail from the individual strands of her hair to her fond gaze and the contours of her visage against the evening lighting. The delicate crease of her brow and charming curvature of her lips that contrast the innocent wonderment in her wide eyes . . . Recalling the resilient blooms on the dying wisteria, his hands close lightly around hers.]

Until then . . . if you will have me, I would like to stay by your side and enjoy the sights together.