'Wei Wuxian' isn't a name he recognizes, which is almost a relief to Shen Yuan. He hasn't yet made up his mind what he'll do if someone from PIDW turns up, and a not-insignificant part of him is hoping it just never happens. He's got a fresh start here that he doesn't want to lose -- which is definitely contributing to the trepidation with which he eyes the sword in Wei Wuxian's hands.
"This one greets you, Master Wei," he says with an attempt at calm. "I'm called Shen Yuan." He sidles closer. "If -- may I?" he asks, reaching for the sword's hilt. He barely even needs to look at the characters engraved on the blade: this is definitely Xiu Ya.
The sword, for its part, is eager to be back in its particular person's hands. It radiates satisfaction, and if Master Wei should hesitate it will give him the emotional equivalent of a grateful pat on the hand. He has been most generous with his time and care, but it's all right now. This is where it's supposed to be.
Which is extremely startling for Shen Yuan, when he wraps his fingers around the hilt and picks up on the tail end of all those feelings, as well as the exasperation and judgement with which Xiu Ya greets him. "Oh," he says blankly, staring at the sword. "So, you're different here too? Or..." Was it always like this, and the System was just keeping him from seeing it? Frankly, that's fucking terrifying.
And he's still got an audience. "Thank you, sir, for looking after Xiu Ya," he says politely, bowing again to Wei Wuxian. "I didn't, that is, this one had no idea that my bonded blade had made the transition to this world with me. This one is not typically so careless with his possessions, he assures you."
Xiu Ya seems amused by that for some reason, but at least it's not trying to kill him or whatever spiritual swords do to people who've pissed them off. He'll take it.
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"This one greets you, Master Wei," he says with an attempt at calm. "I'm called Shen Yuan." He sidles closer. "If -- may I?" he asks, reaching for the sword's hilt. He barely even needs to look at the characters engraved on the blade: this is definitely Xiu Ya.
The sword, for its part, is eager to be back in its particular person's hands. It radiates satisfaction, and if Master Wei should hesitate it will give him the emotional equivalent of a grateful pat on the hand. He has been most generous with his time and care, but it's all right now. This is where it's supposed to be.
Which is extremely startling for Shen Yuan, when he wraps his fingers around the hilt and picks up on the tail end of all those feelings, as well as the exasperation and judgement with which Xiu Ya greets him. "Oh," he says blankly, staring at the sword. "So, you're different here too? Or..." Was it always like this, and the System was just keeping him from seeing it? Frankly, that's fucking terrifying.
And he's still got an audience. "Thank you, sir, for looking after Xiu Ya," he says politely, bowing again to Wei Wuxian. "I didn't, that is, this one had no idea that my bonded blade had made the transition to this world with me. This one is not typically so careless with his possessions, he assures you."
Xiu Ya seems amused by that for some reason, but at least it's not trying to kill him or whatever spiritual swords do to people who've pissed them off. He'll take it.