It's a side effect of living for as long as he has. Always outgoing and inquisitive, he's never been one to shut himself away from the world for very long . In the days before achieving his own kind of immortality through demonic cultivation and experimental elixirs, he'd ventured away from Burial Mound as often as he could. However, exposing himself to so many people over thousands of years has forced him to grow in ways he never could've achieved in his own lifetime.
He's lived through the rise and fall of dynasties, the destruction of culture and civilization as he'd known it, and the rise of a new age and government, so different from the one he'd known. But he doesn't expect the current China to last either. All dynasties crumble eventually, no matter what one frames them as.
He's taken lovers throughout the milennia, with various degrees of reluctance, enough to lose much of the stubborn romanticism of his youth and insistence that Lan Zhan is his one and only. Forever in theory differs greatly from forever in reality, after all. Not that this means that he cares Lan Zhan any less sincerely or deeply, despite his ageless life, there is still a secure place in his heart that's forever reserved for his first love. It just means that it's not the obsessive, all consuming force in his life it was when he'd been human.
Despite all of these internal changes and contrary to what one might expect, the vast passage of so many years has brought Wei Ying closer to being the carefree, happy-go-lucky youth he'd been before Lotus Pier had fallen. Time heals all wounds , eventually, if one has focus and will to accompany it and he's had millenia to develop both. The easy smile and bright eyes, now tinged with an ageless wisdom that he's never been able to completely mask, are intact.
"Working hard again, I see. Do you ever take breaks?"
His tone is teasing and familiar, that of a very old friend or acquaintance, as he casually sits down on the table next to Lan Zhan's books. And he is both, indeed. Wei Ying even has the same ponyail he'd had in his youth, even though it's quite a bit shoulder. He is wearing a somewhat heavy leather coat over his t-shirt and jeans. His immortal body just doesn't retain heat very well, at all.
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It's a side effect of living for as long as he has. Always outgoing and inquisitive, he's never been one to shut himself away from the world for very long . In the days before achieving his own kind of immortality through demonic cultivation and experimental elixirs, he'd ventured away from Burial Mound as often as he could. However, exposing himself to so many people over thousands of years has forced him to grow in ways he never could've achieved in his own lifetime.
He's lived through the rise and fall of dynasties, the destruction of culture and civilization as he'd known it, and the rise of a new age and government, so different from the one he'd known. But he doesn't expect the current China to last either. All dynasties crumble eventually, no matter what one frames them as.
He's taken lovers throughout the milennia, with various degrees of reluctance, enough to lose much of the stubborn romanticism of his youth and insistence that Lan Zhan is his one and only. Forever in theory differs greatly from forever in reality, after all. Not that this means that he cares Lan Zhan any less sincerely or deeply, despite his ageless life, there is still a secure place in his heart that's forever reserved for his first love. It just means that it's not the obsessive, all consuming force in his life it was when he'd been human.
Despite all of these internal changes and contrary to what one might expect, the vast passage of so many years has brought Wei Ying closer to being the carefree, happy-go-lucky youth he'd been before Lotus Pier had fallen. Time heals all wounds , eventually, if one has focus and will to accompany it and he's had millenia to develop both. The easy smile and bright eyes, now tinged with an ageless wisdom that he's never been able to completely mask, are intact.
"Working hard again, I see. Do you ever take breaks?"
His tone is teasing and familiar, that of a very old friend or acquaintance, as he casually sits down on the table next to Lan Zhan's books. And he is both, indeed. Wei Ying even has the same ponyail he'd had in his youth, even though it's quite a bit shoulder. He is wearing a somewhat heavy leather coat over his t-shirt and jeans. His immortal body just doesn't retain heat very well, at all.