[ funeral ] plant your flag into the ground; [Wei Wuxian isn’t the only one putting irrelevant momentos in these boats today. Wen Qing feels very little about the recent battle- it’s nothing that she hasn’t seen before, that hasn’t happened to people closer than these. But you know what has happened? Her brother became a zombie. And they never really had time to figure out what funeral rites you should do for a zombie, especially a weird sentient one, or if they ought to do any rites to begin with.
It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate the fact that her brother lives on. Wei Wuxian claims he still does many years on- though Wen Qing avoids imagining so far into the future because it causes emotions and she doesn’t like that- and it’s nice that Wen Ning gets to do things he never could, it is, but her brother’s a fucking zombie. Every tenet of cultivational practice says restless spirits ought to be laid to rest, encouraged to pass on to where they could be reincarnated into a (hopefully) better life. At some point, you have to start thinking about whether continued existence is worth looking like a literal corpse and having no muscle control in your face.
Anyway, most people won’t realise that the complicated scripts she’s putting in are actually talismans for setting restless spirits at peace, so she’s going to mourn whoever she damn well pleases. You can’t stop her. You probably shouldn’t talk to her at all at this point, because some innocent native approaches her and she snaps at them quite harshly. ]
What are you looking at?
[The guy was probably just offering to help, but Wen Qing’s having a Moment.]
[ feast ] our victory, we will sing forever [Nothing provides an excuse for repressing your emotions like a fancy dinner! Wen Qing’s good at repressing her emotions, and so appears in a genial mood that’s somewhat genuine despite that Moment earlier in the day. Frankly, emotional vulnerability was an absolute no-go in front of so many people, she’s thinking she should be more cautious going forward. But she’ll consider that later.
Wen Qing doesn’t lose it on the dance floor or anything, but she is dressed up in the nicest colour of plain hanfu she has. And she helps herself to the food, and of course the drink. At the height of its power the Wen clan held banquets every other night- she may be just one young lady but her alcohol tolerance is respectable. ]
Try the rice wine, it’s good.
[It’s actually only average, but when you’ve been away from home this long any Chinese wine tastes like ambrosia from the high heavens. She’ll make the offer to most adults that look like they’re willing to socialise, unless your name is Ye Zun- who she knows is responsible for this, and will instead compliment your achievements- or Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian needs the opposite of encouraging in all aspects of his life.]
Wen Qing | OTA
[Wei Wuxian isn’t the only one putting irrelevant momentos in these boats today. Wen Qing feels very little about the recent battle- it’s nothing that she hasn’t seen before, that hasn’t happened to people closer than these. But you know what has happened? Her brother became a zombie. And they never really had time to figure out what funeral rites you should do for a zombie, especially a weird sentient one, or if they ought to do any rites to begin with.
It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate the fact that her brother lives on. Wei Wuxian claims he still does many years on- though Wen Qing avoids imagining so far into the future because it causes emotions and she doesn’t like that- and it’s nice that Wen Ning gets to do things he never could, it is, but her brother’s a fucking zombie. Every tenet of cultivational practice says restless spirits ought to be laid to rest, encouraged to pass on to where they could be reincarnated into a (hopefully) better life. At some point, you have to start thinking about whether continued existence is worth looking like a literal corpse and having no muscle control in your face.
Anyway, most people won’t realise that the complicated scripts she’s putting in are actually talismans for setting restless spirits at peace, so she’s going to mourn whoever she damn well pleases. You can’t stop her. You probably shouldn’t talk to her at all at this point, because some innocent native approaches her and she snaps at them quite harshly. ]
What are you looking at?
[The guy was probably just offering to help, but Wen Qing’s having a Moment.]
[ feast ] our victory, we will sing forever
[Nothing provides an excuse for repressing your emotions like a fancy dinner! Wen Qing’s good at repressing her emotions, and so appears in a genial mood that’s somewhat genuine despite that Moment earlier in the day. Frankly, emotional vulnerability was an absolute no-go in front of so many people, she’s thinking she should be more cautious going forward. But she’ll consider that later.
Wen Qing doesn’t lose it on the dance floor or anything, but she is dressed up in the nicest colour of plain hanfu she has. And she helps herself to the food, and of course the drink. At the height of its power the Wen clan held banquets every other night- she may be just one young lady but her alcohol tolerance is respectable. ]
Try the rice wine, it’s good.
[It’s actually only average, but when you’ve been away from home this long any Chinese wine tastes like ambrosia from the high heavens. She’ll make the offer to most adults that look like they’re willing to socialise, unless your name is Ye Zun- who she knows is responsible for this, and will instead compliment your achievements- or Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian needs the opposite of encouraging in all aspects of his life.]