In Love's name and for Love's sake, I assert that I will employ the Art which is its gift in Love's service alone, rejecting all other usages.
I will spread joy and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what loves and rejoices well in its own way, and I will change no object or creature unless its joy and love, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened.
To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will put aside despair for hope, and hatred for love, when it is right to do so-- Until Universe's end.
"Do you want to try brainstorming things that are more scary and less scary?"
"--that sounds kind of terrifying, which is probably a sign I should do that."
"It's your first lesson!"
And they can spend the rest of the session brainstorming the list.
This is the worst list in the History of Lists. And at some point he's going to have to do the things on it???
(It's, hmm, Something about how many of the items on that list involve potentially disappointing people, considering the General Trajectory of His Life.)
"I think this is a good start. How often would you like to see me?"
Oh no, he's going to have to come up with a normal frequency for normal people.
...or how often he wants that intersects with normal. "Would once a week work for you?"
And they can make details of time arrangements.
Quest available: L Have A Little List
Perform exposure therapy on things which terrify you. Especially if they're sexy or romantic.
Success: +1500 XP, a stronger ability to tackle what will happen in the future, Fearless skill
Failure: Good luck surviving your Ordeal.
...he was going to accept that quest anyway, even if he would rather eat sand. Self improvement, and all that.
But if he's probably going to die of Ordeal if he doesn't
Aaaaaaaaaaa okay okay he's accepting.
He sends a text to his sister.
Just saw a counsellor today :)
I think we suit each other
She'd want an update, and if she is disappointed he's seeing a counsellor instead of a psychologist, that will be exposure therapy. It's... all... upside...
I'm proud of you, a-Ning.
... okay, so maybe he should have expected that, but it still a surprise warm fuzzy.
He has time to do something else today, preferably non-terrifying.
...something medium terrifying and not on The List.
He's talked to a tree and a dolphin, so a horse would be the next step. Just-- how do you find a horse on short notice?
Does Google know of any petting zoos?
He is not going to look a gift horse in the mouth complain about his life being convenient.
To Wei Wuxian:
Would you like to spontaneously go to a petting zoo?
you have the best date ideas a-Ning
are you going to fuck a horse
I heard that if you fuck a horse then it rips up your insides and you die
wait that isn't a problem for you because you're a wizard
I have no clue if horses are like dolphins?
A little bit later, they are at a petting zoo! It has normal petting-zoo properties, like some annoyed chickens and a goat ignoring the small children swarming it in order to munch on some hay.
And he and Wei Wuxian are the only adults here not supervising small children or animals. Fun. (If he wants to hide in a hole, and he doesn't, this counts as exposure therapy. Probably.)
Is there at least a horse here?
There are two horses here! One is giving rides to small children and one is munching some grass while waiting for its turn. (An eight-year-old in a unicorn sweater is staring at it and very clearly fantasizing about having a horse of her own.)
(Hold onto your dreams, small child, hold onto your dreams.)
This is kind of an awkward set up for a conversation, but it should probably still be possible?
He pays the entrance fee for himself and Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian runs towards the HORSIE.
(He is neither confirming nor denying having been a Horse Girl (TM).)
He has the cutest boyfriend, no one is allowed to dispute this.
He sits down on a convenient bale of straw. Practice makes it easier-- turning the world from objects into patterns of light and shadow and seeing it as it actually is and not the shape he expects it to be...
Hello? He says to the grazing horse. I'm not bothering you?
Aaaaaaa! Who said that?
Oh, sorry. It's, um, me. Tiny wave in the direction of the pony.
Well, don't be so surprising! You scared me.