pcs with psyche

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[diabolizes]

…I see.

[ A very take-charge person taking over Psyche’s body if she were in danger. Hm. ]

You don’t need to do that for my sake.

[ Because part of him doesn’t want her to feel like she’s in danger around him. But there’s something else that bothers him above all else— ]

Would she kill on your behalf?

[ Maybe it’s an abrupt question, but it’s the first one on his mind. How could it not be, what with his history and experiences? ]

[chrysaline]

[ It's probably telling that there's not even a moment of hesitation before Psyche nods. It's far from just a hypothetical. ]

That's what I'm worried about. Sometimes, when we trade places, it's because I've already been attacked.

[ Psyche lifts a hand absentmindedly to press to her chest. Her healing doesn't leave any scars, but she remembers. ]

If she finds herself in my body with no warning, she'll assume the worst. That's why I went to the beach last night. I thought if I wrote her a letter and traded places when no one was around, at least she could be prepared if it happened again... she wouldn't do anything too impulsive.

[diabolizes]

[ He drums his fingers on the bar top. ]

…But you weren’t able to, both because we were all there and then we fell unconscious.

[ But would it have gotten to Medea? It’s hard to say.

Wei Wuxian frowns. ]

Is it only when you genuinely fear for your life? We could spar and try to trigger it now.

[chrysaline]

[ He's so quick to offer to help... her whole body relaxes, all the nerves of trying to tell him dissipating into pure relief. ]

It's not about fear... I just have to be about to die.

[ And a good thing it isn't fear-based, because right now, she's pretty certain he could have a sword drawn on her and she'd still feel perfectly safe with him. ]

Thank you, Wei Wuxian. You don't have to worry. I can trigger it myself easily. All I have to do is stop my own heart.

[diabolizes]

[ Well then! He sighs, resting his chin in his hand. ]

You sound confident, so go ahead.

[ Wei Wuxian isn’t going to underestimate her. ]

[chrysaline]

[ She nods and digs the letter out of her pocket to hand over to him. ]

Here. It's probably best if you give this to her. You can read it, if you want.

[ What else... Psyche unbelts her sword and then passes that over to him too, then looks around the counter briefly. Maybe she'll just push any small and sharp objects, like the cocktail umbrellas, further out of reach... that should about do it. ]

[diabolizes]

[ He takes it, but makes no move to open it or read it. Not right now, at least. ]

If you forget anything, I’ll be able to defend myself, so don’t worry. I can take a stab to the gut or two.

1/2

[chrysaline]

[ Wei Wuxian!! She thwaps him lightly on the shoulder for that. ]

Don't you dare! She can't heal you. I'll be really angry if you get yourself stabbed.

2/3 i lied

[chrysaline]

[ But he's right that he can defend himself... There's really no reason to dither. With a little sigh, Psyche closes her eyes and focuses. Energy like red lightning swirls up around her, nothing like the golden glow of her healing energy.

It's not exactly instant. Her brow furrows in pain and her breath hitches. And then everything simply comes to a halt. ]

3/3

[chrysaline]

[ And then she blinks her eyes open again. She gives a quick flick of a glance at her surroundings, taking in the bar and the drink in front of her and most intently, Wei Wuxian. ]

I'm so sorry! Ahaha... my mind must have been wandering. What did you just say?

[diabolizes]

[ That little smack has him in a good mood as he expects her to swap with Medea, but…

Nothing.

And then it seems like she’s completely lost her train of thought to boot. With a wave of concern rushing over him, Wei Wuxian reaches out to take her wrist in his hand so he can feel for her pulse. ]

[chrysaline]

[ She lifts one eyebrow very slightly, offering her wrist into his hand as if bestowing a gift. Her pulse is slow and steady, but the arm under his fingertips is completely tense. ]

Goodness. What are you looking for...?

[ Although the quick glance she casts the drink again says she thinks she knows. ]

[diabolizes]

Your pulse.

[ But it's steady, so he lets go. ]

Didn't you stop your heart? Or were you blocked from doing so fully?

[chrysaline]

[ If he were still holding her wrist, he'd probably feel the way her pulse spikes at that question. But he doesn't need to be looking for anything that subtle when her whole posture shifts. She straightens, like someone used to always being poised and at attention, and touches her hand thoughtfully to her chin. ]

Now, why would she have done that? I trust you have a very good explanation. Immediately.

[diabolizes]

[ ...So it did work. Well, then.

Holding back a laugh at her demand, he affixes a serious look to his face. ]

Medea, I presume? [ Wei Wuxian picks up that letter Psyche handed to him and presents it to her. ] Psyche wrote this for you.

[chrysaline]

How strange of her to use a messenger.

[ She gives him a measuring look -- maybe she senses the laughter on him -- but she reaches over to take the letter and flip it open briskly. Without her affecting Psyche's mannerisms, Psyche's face is uncharacteristically unemotional.

She does cast a quick glance towards Psyche's sword, which makes one corner of her mouth lift slightly as she reads. ]

I wonder what you did to make that foolish girl think you might need protecting from me.

[diabolizes]

I’m a mere human, that’s what. Completely and utterly weak.

[ But the flute sticking out of the waistband of his pants says otherwise. ]

Does her letter explain the situation at hand?

[chrysaline]

[ Oh, that gets him an arch little look. Sarcasm is only capped by the fact that she's still reading. ]

Interesting. She says that the "little devices with the wings" [ thank you, Psyche ] list everyone's "powers." Dishonesty would be a terrible way to start a new relationship.

[ Reading, reading... Whatever she sees at the end of the letter makes her let out a short exhalation, and she sits up, shuffling the pages back into order with a note of finality. ]

Well enough, yes. I presume you would be Wei Wuxian.

[diabolizes]

Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying, the Yiling Patriarch… all me.

[ Should he be obnoxious? No, but he can’t turn that off.

But despite that, it’s time for him to fish for some information. ]

Say, does Psyche remember whatever conversations we might have?

[chrysaline]

[ Medea taps a nail pensively to the countertop for a moment before she reaches for the drink and takes a sip. ]

Psyche's memories are Psyche's, and mine are my own. She would have no way of knowing what we spoke of... unless I told her, of course.

[ Which she could! She taps Psyche's letter pointedly. ]

Why do you ask?

[diabolizes]

Alright. I had assumed as much.

[ He’ll get straight to the point then. ]

I would prefer if you didn’t kill anyone, but in the case that you do… I’ll help. Ask me to help with the cleanup and I’ll do what I can. I can’t promise that she would go undetected, but I won’t speak up.

[chrysaline]

[ For a good few seconds, Medea simply stares at him. She isn't gauche enough to let her mouth hang open, but she's very plainly frozen.

Then, finally, she lets out a startled laugh. ]

She never ceases to surprise me... and what would you expect in return for that, Yiling Patriarch?

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[ He sighs. ]

What kind of man do you take me for? I don’t want anything.

[ With his incredibly blunt delivery, it’s obvious that he means it. ]

In all honestly, I’d prefer if you promised me you’d never kill, but I would want you to if it was to defend Psyche from someone else.

[chrysaline]

All people want something.

[ Huh. She props her chin on her fist as she studies him for a little while, evaluating. ]

...Do you know how many would-be assassins I've already had to kill in this body? A promise like that would be meaningless. But you may tell Psyche that I understood her feelings very well. [ She pauses a second, but a little grudgingly, adds: ] I have no intention of making the first move. But I'm hardly so good-natured as to offer up my throat for the knife.

[diabolizes]

And you shouldn’t. I would kill anyone who attempts to kill me first as well.

[ There’s no hesitation in his voice, and he doesn’t seem to have much of a moral issue with it. ]

I won’t hold it against you should something happen.