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Title: An Ode To Absent Friends
Fandom: The Untamed
Challenge/Prompt: chenqing_100 - Raising my cup, I beckon the bright moon
AO3 Link: here
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Fandom: The Untamed
Challenge/Prompt: chenqing_100 - Raising my cup, I beckon the bright moon
AO3 Link: here
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The moon looks lonely tonight; or maybe that’s just Huaisang. Wine these days lulls him into a maudlin state, a melancholic longing for the bygone days of childhood.
His brother had delivered the news with his customary bluntness. Wei Wuxian is dead. Jiang-zongzhu killed him. Such simple words, to cut so deep.
Wei-xiong always had a way with words, especially when it came to wine; Huaisang tries to imagine how he would have described this one, but the only words he can find are his own.
“Until we meet again, then,” he says, and leaves the rest to the poets.
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