"We will absolutely not go back," he says firmly. Squaring his shoulders beneath Ingress's hand, he makes himself straighten up in his seat, swaying into her a fraction when the train jolts to a stop. "I have committed to drinking and we will drink, Ingress. I will simply have to give my apologies to Lan Zhan for putting up with me two nights in a row."
He hauls himself to his feet using one of the metal poles, swinging around it in a gentle arc as he makes his way to the train doors. A chime sounds as they slide open of their own accord --
That is a truly impressive number of people on the other side.
There is no time to stare before they begin moving into the train, so he does not. Nimbly, Wei Wuxian avoids the gap and eels through the crowd, Ingress close behind, until they reach a small spot free of the immediate crush of people. LEICESTER SQUARE, reads a mosaic on the wall in the odd double-vision he sometimes experiences at the inn: a language he does not recognize, another one he does shimmering just above it. It seems whatever gifts of translation Milliways imparts have stuck with him as he moved into a new world.
And there is so much to see in this new world already! Huge posters advertising all manner of things, hundreds of new faces streaming past them, the brassy sound of a horn playing a melody he doesn't recognize at all -- his whole face has lit up in wonder as he takes it in.
(Just wait until they actually make it to the first bar.)
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Date: 2020-10-03 04:22 pm (UTC)He hauls himself to his feet using one of the metal poles, swinging around it in a gentle arc as he makes his way to the train doors. A chime sounds as they slide open of their own accord --
That is a truly impressive number of people on the other side.
There is no time to stare before they begin moving into the train, so he does not. Nimbly, Wei Wuxian avoids the gap and eels through the crowd, Ingress close behind, until they reach a small spot free of the immediate crush of people. LEICESTER SQUARE, reads a mosaic on the wall in the odd double-vision he sometimes experiences at the inn: a language he does not recognize, another one he does shimmering just above it. It seems whatever gifts of translation Milliways imparts have stuck with him as he moved into a new world.
And there is so much to see in this new world already! Huge posters advertising all manner of things, hundreds of new faces streaming past them, the brassy sound of a horn playing a melody he doesn't recognize at all -- his whole face has lit up in wonder as he takes it in.
(Just wait until they actually make it to the first bar.)