diabolizes | pcs with psyche

You were inviting me to sit on the floor, right? Hm... I can get it set up while you make your coffee.

[ Unfortunately she has to let go of his hand for this, but it's a good cause. She heads over to start ransacking cushions from armchairs and settling them on a nice clear space on the floor. ]

[ What a shame they can’t hold hands the whole time… but Wei Wuxian obediently makes his way to the coffee bar and gets two cups ready. Psyche didn’t mention wanting one, but why not? He brings the two mugs over on a tray with cream and sugar, just in case she needs it. ]

Coffee is ready!

[ She definitely needs it, and the look she shoots him says he's in danger of getting another hug before they're even settled down. ]

Thank you! All ready here.

[ Probably! It's a veritable pile of pillows, because she really saw no need to show moderation. ]

My, what a lovely pile we have here.

[ Don’t mind if he settles down right next to her amongst them! He meticulously sets everything up, getting out the slices of cake and setting them on their plates. After handing Psyche her slice, he gets to work on the coffee. ]

How do you take your coffee?

[ Oh, he's not leaving her much to do... She'll just curl her legs up under her and settle close, reaching over to accept things as he hands them over. ]

Um... mostly cream and sugar. [ She's only a little sheepish about the sweet tooth. ] It's a little strange. Sugar is still a little rare where I'm from, but there's so much here.

I hope you’re taking advantage of the abundance.

[ He shoots a grin at her as he pours a lot of cream and a decent amount of sugar into her coffee. ]

The food is good… I can’t complain.

[ Wei Wuxian hands over the mug. ]

Here.

Thank you.

[ She takes the mug with a smile and takes a little sip as she watches him with his coffee. It'd be nice to remember how he likes it too. ]

You mentioned that about the food before... were you living off of what you hunted before here?

Occasionally. We started growing vegetables, but it was always a gamble on whether or not they would even sprout, given the soil at the Burial Mounds is foul.

[ She can… probably guess why.

Wei Wuxian adds nothing to his coffee, taking a sip and letting out a soft hum. It’s so nice and warm, which is much needed right now. ]

For the most part, we ate what we could.

[ He really takes his coffee like that... well, that's easy to remember.

Psyche gives a little nod and doesn't press on the obvious there. ]

There must be a way to make the soil better... I'll ask Medea when I can. She knows about things like that.

[ A few months of hurried study can't make up for a lifetime of Psyche being shut away. She sips her coffee again and leans closer, enough to nearly feel the warmth of his side. ]

It's so easy to get food here. I wish we could bring some of this back to your world.

[ He shifts so she can properly lean against him if she likes, doing so without even giving it a whole lot of thought. ]

I’d like that. It’s too bad she couldn’t come down and cast a spell on the soil or something herself. That would be perfect.

[ He laughs softly. ]

We’ll be fine without bringing anything back, however. I like to think that things will continue to improve for us. We’re no longer strictly in survival mode, so it can only get better.

[ Unfortunately, as he concluded before, he's irresistible. She leans a little bit more to just rest against him. ]

She doesn't have any powers. But I wonder if my healing could...

[ If she can wither plants, couldn't she do the opposite? It would be nice to help. But his answer makes her smile. ]

It will. I'm glad it's getting better already.

[ Her weight is so warm and comfortable against him, so much so that he lets out a soft sigh. ]

We could always try out your healing powers.

[ He’s definitely open to the idea. ]

How strong are they? I’m admittedly curious about your magic.

[ It’s funny how their powers are opposite, honestly. ]

[ Oh, that's a nice sound. Maybe he really did mean it when he said just her presence is enough? She smiles a little into her coffee mug. ]

You mean, normally? I'm still learning about it myself, but... I can heal someone as long as there's still life in them, I think. Broken bones, or poison, or cuts... I was stabbed in the heart once, and I could still heal that in the instant. ...Sometimes, though, it won't work. I still don't know why. I'm trying to get better control over it still.

[ That's the healing part, anyway. Maybe it is something like the opposite of his? She sees it a little as his powers picking up where hers end. ]

[ He has a sip of his coffee before reaching for his slice of cake and having a bite. It’s good, even if he isn’t all too keen on sweet food. ]

The more you practice, the better control you’ll find you have. Some are naturally inclined for magic use, but even then it takes a lot of time and practice to hone it. What you can do already is impressive in and of itself.

[ Even after getting used to Medea knowing about it, it's a little strange to be praised for her powers. But coming from him... it's a nice feeling. Psyche smiles and gives a little nod. Trying not to move too much away from where she's snuggled, she puts down her cup to reach for her cake too. ]

I hope so. I used to wish that it would just go away, but... now, I'm glad I have it. Maybe god will take back the blessing someday. But until then, I want to do something worthwhile with it. I'll have to see if it could work on plants.

There’s plenty you can do with a power like that, and I hope that your world doesn’t discourage you from doing so. Keep your head high and you’ll find plenty of purpose.

[ It’s how he feels about his own abilities, after all. ]

I’d be more than happy to do some testing in the garden with you.

[ Can they get a seed to germinate faster? Keep a flower from wilting? It’s all worth a shot. ]

[ That hits a nostalgic note... She puts a hand over her mouth to stifle what would be an undignified giggle with a mouth of cake. ]

Medea said something like that, too. "Become someone." I can't use my power openly at home. But I hope I can find that certainty that you have.

[ It's just a silly, momentary dream. But thinking about being able to do something with them in his world is nice. She gives his suggestion a nod. ]

You're always helping me with things again. What about yours?

[ He knows there’s a level of impossibility to it—he doesn’t want to put Psyche through any trouble in his world, and he isn’t sure if the power to bring her there even really exists. But… it’s a nice thought, and it warms his heart more than the coffee ever will. ]

My power? What would you like to know?

[ Wei Wuxian chances a glance at her, and his question sounds open-ended. She can ask whatever she likes. ]

[ She glances up to meet his look, gauging his expression quickly to see if she's touching on anything sensitive. ]

Yours are a little like mine, aren't they? You had to teach yourself?

[ Since his techniques are different from the ones most people in his world use, and what he said about the Burial Mound... ]

I did. I invented this method of cultivation all on my own and am the only expert in it. Probably because it’s considered heresy even in my world.

[ He has a bite of cake, seemingly pretty unbothered by her question. ]

But it was necessary. I had no other means of protecting myself or fighting in the war. My previous method of fighting became useless to me.

[ She nods, leaning a tiny bit more weight against him for a moment in wordless assurance. The heresy doesn't bother her in the least. ]

I think that's amazing. Instead of giving up, you just... started over like that. Is it because you're a genius?

[ Maybe there's a tiny note of teasing, but she means it too. ]

[ He laughs. ]

Of course it is!

[ But he has a much more serious answer to that. ]

My will to live was strong enough that I found a way to survive, and a way to live.

[ Especially here, that's such a reassuring answer. She hums in agreement and closes her eyes. ]

And because of that, we got to meet like this. As long as you feel like that, I won't worry here.

You shouldn’t.

[ He would give his life for someone else, but he’ll do whatever he can otherwise. ]

Should I worry about you?

Are you worried?

[ Is that why he brought her the cake? She glances up again with a smile. ]

I have too many things I want to protect. I'm not going to give up, either. I already decided that.

[ She would sacrifice herself for that, but she's not running away anymore. ]

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