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[begguiling]

Magolor
??? / M / a multidimensional traveler

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[strikingchords]

Magolor.

[begguiling]

Right. Do you guys need help?

[strikingchords]

Difficult to answer.

[begguiling]

Well, if you want me to come over, just let me know. I can be kind about it! We had quite a first meeting, so I can't imagine how it was for you all!

[strikingchords]

Please. If you would.

[begguiling]

Your place?

[He's already slipping out, though, to head in that direction. He can just change course if he needs to.]

[strikingchords]

Yes. Wei Ying sleeps.

[begguiling]

He didn't get whipped to death, did he?

[You can guess how Magolor knows about the magic whip easily enough, surely,

But he's already on his way!]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji is standing out at the garden gate when Magolor shows up, his face a thundercloud; IMMEDIATELY LOOKING HIM OVER FOR ANY INJURIES. that hint was perhaps a little too well-taken...]

[begguiling]

[HE IS FINE, which isn't to say there wasn't an Incident, but it's hard to leave a mark on Magolor. He looks totally normal, if a bit hurried, wincing at the look on Lan Wangji's face.]

Geez . . . now I feel a little bad for taking him lightly.

[strikingchords]

Do not get hurt.

[this is clearly intended to be a general rule!! opens the gate for him, despite the fact that he can float, and this is stupid,]

[begguiling]

I'm fine! It didn't go as poorly as it could have. And I'm sure you can imagine what his reaction to everything about me was.

[it's appreciated!! polite! he follows Lan Wangji in.]

[strikingchords]

[of course he is polite for Magolor! they can go sit out in the garden; Magolor's planter is out for some spring weather time, he might be pleased to see.

Lan Wangji just sighs]

Poor taste.

[begguiling]

His, for not adoring me immediately? Or mine for the way I approached him? I have to admit both are true! I managed to offend him right off the bat, but I wasn't exactly trying not to. Oh well. He didn't hurt either of you, did he?

[the planter!! he goes over to pat it with pride before taking a seat]

[strikingchords]

His. You are fine.

[NO ONE CAN EVER SAY LAN WANGJI IS NOT EXTREMELY BIASED WHILE ALSO BEING FAIR, it's possible you just have to work at it. he does take a moment to be pleased at the spectacle of Magolor being proud of his gift; he's glad it was out today, he wants Magolor to know he likes it extremely much...]

And he did not.

I am forbidden combat.

[begguiling]

I did tell him you might be upset if he killed me when he asked for a good reason not to . . . I didn't expect it to make him back off, but he did, for whatever reason! That one or another, who knows? Of course I didn't give him only one reason. There are so many!

[strikingchords]

[that actually makes him blink in surprise... he is very sure it's not Jiang Cheng's partiality to him that did anything here, but Jiang Cheng backing off at having familiar names evoked is... interesting]

...

Hm.

Do not be killed, either.

[begguiling]

Ohhhh, I'm not sure he really could have killed me with that thing. But I didn't want to risk it, so I asked him very nicely not to.

[it takes more than a magical whip to kill Magolor. he has taken many magical whips in his time. but knowing the kind of power people from Lan Wangji's world are capable of cultivating (har har), there'd always been the possibility it was a really magical whip.]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji is not really worried about Magolor in terms of fighting ability. he's just fussing! Magolors aren't allowed to be in danger! huffs at him.]

Regardless.

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You spoke to him?

[begguiling]

We had a little chat. ♥ It was about what I was expecting. I told you I met him once in a dream, right? The real thing sure does live up to Wei Wuxian's dream version! If anything, he's gotten worse with age.

[he lifts up to hop over and go settle in Lan Wangji's lap. that feels about right for this conversation.]

[strikingchords]

[yeah, Lan Wangji puts his arms around him immediately, correct call]

...

Things deteriorated. Before the Burial Mounds siege.

[begguiling]

Hmmmm.

[just a filler noise as he settles, and grows a little more serious with it]

I know their relationship is complicated, but I know the elder Wei Wuxian loves him still . . . that was my impression, anyway. That they were still family after whatever else happened. So imagine my surprise when I set him off by telling him I was good friends with his family. He really didn't want to hear that one! Of course I'd already started things off by calling him the wrong name, so I was on thin ice anyway. One thing led to another! He seemed older than his dream self, but I couldn't tell you where he fits into your timeline.

[strikingchords]

Likely closer to our elders.

...

[the next line comes out even more clipped and terse than Lan Wangji's usual speech. one of his hands is clenched quietly in his robes.]

The siege. He led it.

[begguiling]

[ah . . . well. that's not entirely a surprise. that tracks, really. Magolor puts his hand on Lan Wangji's.]

I see . . . that explains a lot.

[strikingchords]

[he is going to hold this beach ball's hand.]

We had not met since I learned of it.