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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[embellwish]

[ Pleased that she got the answer out of him that she wanted, she obligingly leans forward again, kissing him more fully this time, firm and rewarding. She lingers for a few seconds, forehead pressed against his, and eyelashes fluttering against his cheek, before breaking away slowly, drawing out the cling of their lips — and perhaps mostly importantly, only retreating a few inches away. ]

Mm... I will.

[ She confirms for him, shuffling closer best she can with both her hands laced with his. Upon this revelation, she just wants to be close as she can, wrapped up by him, even. ]

I'd like to retrieve my physical body from the wisteria. [ As others have suggested, she could just wish for a new body altogether. But that would feel... wrong, to her, like casting off a part of her past. That, and, the tree might die for real without her connection to it. And she'd almost certainly lose her status as a Sinner. ] The wish might not be able to return it fully in tact, but as long as it's healthy enough...

[ ...Then that would be okay. Yi Sang had accepted the wisteria for what it was, charred and spindly, barely hanging on. However her form appears when it comes out of the trunk, he would still find beauty there, she thinks. And that's a love she won't ever take for granted. ]

You still have your own wish to think about, too.

[poans]

[This kiss feels different from the rest. His face burns where she meets him everywhere—but, rather than wither, he finds his cheeks feverish and full when she draws out her next retreat, his countenance turning slack. This close, all things save for her eyes fade into the periphery of his half-lidded gaze with such totality that he briefly wonders what'll become of him were he to lose himself in her luster.

He can see them . . . Himself and her.

His hands shift slightly, feeling her against his palm. Anticipation bubbles in his chest at the thought of seeing another Yingying, and of her being seen after many long years within the wisteria, no matter the state of her. A heady wave washes over him, soaking him in a wide array of emotions. At the same time, a pang of sentimentality pierces his chest at the heartfelt vision before him.

A small smile nevertheless plays on Yi Sang's lips, followed by a faint, mirthful breath. The fete and her homeland may be no more, but her essence remains unchanged. She's still the Wisteria Fairy, who would hear and bless the wishes of others.]

My wishes have been granted. All that remains in this moment is to bless yours, and so I must wonder . . . whether you happen to have spare threads on hand for another sachet.

[For so long, Yingying's wishes have been rooted in the past and the present. Now that her sights are set on the future, he wants nothing more than to witness that dream become a reality. He wants to be there and share in the wonderment, so that the next step she takes isn't a lonely one.]