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aires2023-08-12 02:58 pm
metacognition) wrote in aires2023-08-12 02:58 pmpsl | homophonic
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metacognition) wrote in aires2023-08-12 02:58 pm
post game reunion w/ nahri
not a second after his return came the unfortunate incident with the leader of the chunlai conglomerate and a death experience that this time was only near death. the quick intervention of the yan city police bureau - and luo wenzhou having more knowledge than he had initially - made it so that fei du survived a kidnapping that he probably shouldn't have, and now just bears the injuries that come with it. it makes him a little nostalgic for the reapers game, to be perfectly honest, in that he misses healing wave, and misses the fact he could just tell gerard to stab him so he'd die like he did after he returned from his second adventure and return back to proverbial life like nothing ever happened, but, there are some benefits to not being in that game anymore in this particular situation, too.
one of those is that no one has to know. there's no one to rat him out while he's recovering - he knows luo wenzhou won't tell, because in his heart, he won't make anyone worry any more than he has to, either. so, fei du answers his phone, texts the others, even sends silly pictures of luo yiguo when they're requested. sends his assisstant to take aesthetic pictures for his social media, and no one from another universe will ever have to know anything is wrong.
but, even fei du can't plan for everything, and so. it's a lazy afternoon in luo wenzhou's apartment, in yan city. the recovering president fei is tucked into bed, his right foot propped up on a small mountain of pillows, luo yiguo asleep at his side in a cat ball, doing actual real work on his laptop, or quite possibly also watching cat videos? it's hard to tell. in terms of his physical condition, someone would have to be there to see that there's any problems, besides the cast on his foot, so, he can totally maintain the fact that he's fine.
...so the last thing he's expecting is an interdimensional visitor to show up! ]
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she appreciates texting, but she can't help but feel a certain sense of wrongness. it could be that, like with many other situations, she is just projecting, but she doesn't expect a straight or honest answer out of him even if she asks. plus, she's still selfish nahri and wants to see him again, so after being able to badger shenhe to badger the traveler about the secrets of worldhopping, she does just that.
well. yan city is more than what she expected. the underground was already a lot, and this is simply... more. it isn't anything she can't handle, she tells herself, using what information she can to locate fei du. it's almost like she's slipping into her old ways; following info, finding a mark, casing their house, breaking in...
oh, yeah, because she can't be normal about anything, and she wants it to be a surprise- she doesn't knock. after an uncharacteristically short case job, she presses her ear to the door to check for noise, and then picks the lock. this sure is going to be awkward if it's the wrong apartment, but she trusts in her ability to run fast if that happens. thankfully, it does not.
she saunters on in as if she were invited, taking in the space before she clues into the fact that she is not alone. and again, she saunters on into fei du's room as if she were invited. ]
Hi.
[ then she finally takes in what's in front of her, and her expression falls. oh. ]
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a small hallway leads to a few doors - one to a bathroom, one just slightly open to what looks like a guest bedroom, and a third one where light spills into the hallway from the windows and the open door. and in the meantime, in the room with the natural light...you know how sometimes, you just get this gut feeling that you're about to get caught at doing something? or maybe that's just fei du. he has misbehaved for many a reason in his life, and he has been caught doing said misbehaviors by luo wenzhou enough times that he's usually very good at wheedling free... even if he's not always so good at knowing exactly which misbehavior he's wheedling free from. he's got sort of an instinct for it.
so that's what's on his mind when luo yiguo starts to sit up, roused from his doze by the sound of clicking in the lock, his ears pricking and swiveling forward at the idea of litterbox attendant one returning home early and fetching him food. wenzhou never comes home early becuse yan city police bureau is constantly metaphorically on fire, so if he's here... well. fei du probably did something wrong? (or he's worried. it could be either.) he weighs his hands internally and finally decides its probably better to just stay in bed, adjusting his position and shutting his laptop, trying to make himself look a little bit more adorably sleep ruffled. yiguo sits up, and as fei du is rubbing at his eyes under his glasses with one hand, he looks up properly and
that is nahri.
well.
the sight's not great. dressed in a loose sleep shirt, it is increasingly obvious that that are horrible, if healing, bruises wrapped around his throat like he was wearing some kind of thick collar, and his pretty face is bruised up in browns and yellows, a faded black eye and a split lip that's still slightly visible. the way he freezes suggests nothing but absolute, genuine surprise - a combined, distinct feeling of "oh, you're here!" and "oh, you're here" and "oh no" that plays across his face all at once.
pause. ]
... Hello.
[ nailed it. ]
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this is beyond the scope of what she was expecting. she didn't have a strong sense of what to expect, just not... this. she thought maybe she'd break in, re-organize a few innocuous things to be annoying, play with yiguo, and work over wenzhou if he dare question why she was here until she was fed and all was forgiven. it wasn't a very well-constructed plan, but being flexible is key when you know you're doing something you shouldn't. had to leave room for unaccounted variables. this, however, is too big for her to reconcile her plan with, so she's left there frowning and shocked for a moment until she can process the scene in front of her. ]
I'm... here to make a house call.
[ grace under pressure isn't one of her strong suits, so her attempted recovery here - placing her hands together, trying to smile - would look contrived to even to people who don't know nahri's mannerisms. ]
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okay. he can work with this.
slowly, fei du pushes himself up on an elbow, and looks at that facial expression - the attempted smile, and laughs, just a little one. it's light as a feather and elegant, like absolutely nothing is wrong. ]
Are you? [ liar, his tone says. he will not be addressing his injuries at this time.
in the meantime, luo yiguo sits up imperiously, leaning off of the couch to stare down this person. potential... litterbox attendant? he has a brain the size of a pea. fei du gives him a light push with one hand, and the cat hops off the bed and starts sniffing around nahri's legs to see if this is a familiar person or not. ]
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[ her tone is by no means light or gentle. she doesn't see any need to spare his feelings or dance around the subject. he can afford the best care, and she knows, but that's still her friend lying there looking far more pathetic than he has any right to be. it's almost enough to make her angry. almost.
yiguo approaches, and she squats down and the switch to someone softer and more gentle is immediate. ] Mishmish.
[ she won't be offended if he doesn't remember. she definitely smells different that before too, after having run around in teyvat. but she will offer a hand for sniffs too. see? friendly. ]
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anyway!! yiguo sniffs...sniffs.... and with the nickname and the familiarity, he seems to accept that this is his one of his favorite litterbox attendants, even if she smells weird, and lets out a slightly indignant noise, sticking his fat little face out to demand pets for the transgression (?) of smelling weird.
fei du watches this, and makes a mental note that a guard cat is useless, and finally props himself up on his elbow, then moves a tiny bit gingerly up to a seated position. ]
Well, I can't just run myself over with a truck to get better here. [ don't make this joke ] Are your senses so supernatural you've crossed the barrier of space and time, darling? [ pause ] Does Shenhe know you're here?
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though she does eventually look up, incredulous, from her spot nearly on the floor. ]
She isn't my keeper, you know. [ this is a lie. ] But yes, I did tell her. We are capable of being apart every once in a while.
[ they're both still independent even though they're in lesbians with each other, so it's fine. it has to be, since shenhe isn't here right now anyway. ]
Lucky for you, I still know how to heal. And I don't need a pin to do it.
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[ there's a very light snort. as if that would ever happen - no one is nahri's keeper as far as fei du is concerned, because that's the whole point of this endeavor in the first place. he knows her, knows that that sort of independence is important, and he also knows nahri in the way that he could 100% see her sneaking out behind shenhe's back to run off and do something because it's something he would do. they are the same.
(granted, in the more positive manners of having a 'keeper', well... wenzhou is to shenhe, so on and so forth.)
he watches luo yiguo who has forgiven all manners of nahri being away for too long to fall over on his back and stretch out his belly, because he's a sucker for pretty girls, and then glances up at her when she offers. ]
Is that going to work here? [ he sounds
just slightly dubious. ] Believe me, I'd be thrilled.
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Hm. I guess I should check that first.
[ so as much as she doesn't want to stop spoiling yiguo, she just. gets up and leaves. bye.
there's rustling around in the kitchen - drawers being opened, silverware being rattled around - and then she comes back with a knife! cool! except she knows how this looks, so the moment she's back through the doorway she's trying explain. ]
So, you might remember how my healing is supposed to work. It works in Teyvat, so there's no reason for it to not work here. [ then again, there was no reason for it to not work in the underground either, but it didn't. ] If I can't heal myself, then uh... We'll figure out a second plan.
[ ok nahri. "we." but without further hesitation, she slices the side of her thumb - somewhere not as dramatic as her palm, and won't be nearly as much of a hindrance if her healing doesn't work.
except a second after she starts to bleed, the wound closes itself. she looks fairly impassive, because she did expect this to work. though a demonstration seemed necessary. also she kind of likes showing off now that she's back to being god-tiered. ]
Looks like it works to me. Although it'd be too suspicious if I healed you all the way, I can make things a little easier for you.
[ there's also the matter that healing other people isn't as straight forward as it is for herself nor how it was when she had healing aura - the one good thing she could say about the psych. but he doesn't need to know that part. ]