week four | endgame

[marriagebroker]

After one last night at the estate, everyone is set to big farewell on Sunday morning or afternoon or evening, however long they want to linger until they say their goodbyes.

There will be transportation to send them out of the estate and back to wherever they came from! They will leave just the way they arrived, of course. Taken all the way back home to their respective worlds.

But before that! Everyone is given one smartphone which they will be told can communicate with everyone else, including Wei Wuxian. If they want to call or text or whatever they want. There's already a group chat set up where Wei Wuxian has posted:

Safe travels, friends!

And Wei Wuxian will also share that they are able to travel to each other's worlds. They just need to return to the estate and from the estate, they can leave back to someone else's world. The estate will function as a "hub" of sorts for these travels.

So, farewell, friends! Here's to your perfect match!

Boom Boom Room | Talking Heads | Honeymoon Suite
Love Meme | tl;cr Meme

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[poans]

[A muffled "ah" escapes him as he hits the grass, taken aback by the inoffensive fall. Nevertheless, he finds himself more lost in the searing onslaught of her kisses, concentrating on meeting them halfway as opposed to the ground beneath him. When they at last part for her to whisper those words reminiscent of the sunlight filtering in through an open window, her eyes burn their mark onto his retina before she claims his mouth again.

Ah, he thinks, if this is how it feels to be free, he must have flown then. The wings hadn't been imagined.

Smiling smally into the next kiss so as not to disrupt it overmuch, he loops an arm around her side to rest a hand on her back, embracing her as promised. Once they part, his other hand brushes aside a curtain of her hair to peer into her face. He cups her cheek and runs his thumb over the tear track staining it.

Though sweet, the air is impossibly refreshing. His voice is breathy, nigh reverent from the sheer wealth of fondness that wells in his heart.]

This is . . . truly ideal.