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[laughitoff]

Wei Wuxian 魏无羡
22 / M / Hell

THE FEARSOME YILING PATRIARCH! DRIVING EVIL FROM YOUR DOOR WITH A GREATER EVIL! LOVES MILD FOOD, CUTE PUPPIES, LONG WALKS IN THE BURIAL MOUNDS AND KILLING ALL YOUR LOVED ONES!

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/ScI5Hsw.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> got horribly cursed by Wei Wuxian!</span> CURSE

<lj-raw><span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/P3gZl1b.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"> <b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> declared Wei Wuxian a heretic! <blockquote style="border-left:5px solid #ddd;padding:0 0 0 10px;"> Message_content </blockquote></span></lj-raw> DENOUNCE

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/w2B4FYG.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> challenged Wei Wuxian to a duel!</span> FIGHT

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[strikingchords]

[he's allowed to do this. Lan Wangji looks down at his hand silently, but doesn't protest it there]

[laughitoff]

Ah, so mysterious, so silent! If the moon were out you'd look even more poetic.

[strikingchords]

[he... he honestly doesn't know what to do with his own Wei Wuxian in this mood any more

that's sort of sad.

he's not thinking of that right now, though. he's looking at Wei Wuxian's face instead.]

[laughitoff]

[lazy and relaxed. he's hardly recovered from his long stint in the Burial Mounds, of course, but he looks better, some of his strains eased: at least a quarter of the energy he was carrying packed off into other containers instead of destroying him from inside; food and rest putting some colour back in his face and shine in his hair]

[strikingchords]

[he wants, with an ache so intense it is nearly physical, to take him in his arms and assure himself that Wei Wuxian is really safe now. he closes his eyes and breathes through it.]

[laughitoff]

Hmm? Lan Zhan, are you all right?

[strikingchords]

[he opens his eyes and looks at him calmly.]

I am fine.

[laughitoff]

Just deep in your serious thoughts?

[strikingchords]

[he considers, and discards, "I was thinking that you look better."]

Perhaps.

[laughitoff]

Perhaps you were deep in them, or perhaps they're serious?

[strikingchords]

[...]

What do you think?

[laughitoff]

Wahhh, so much of this lately! "What do you think?" "Think for yourself"!

[strikingchords]

Who said that?

[he would remember if he had. Wei Wuxian hasn't been asking him so many questions that it's come up.]

[laughitoff]

Wei-xiong, obviously.

[the obvious candidate would actually be Lan Wangji the elder . . . if they talked more often, which they don't]

[strikingchords]

Hm. Teasing you.

[laughitoff]

What a thing to tease me about! How am I supposed to know who you marry in future? I didn't even know you got married!

[strikingchords]

[this is incredible]

Mm.

[laughitoff]

You're not going to tell me either, are you.

[just sounds resigned and sulky, not mad]

[strikingchords]

[he thinks about it, a little]

It may not happen.

[laughitoff]

It's obviously happened for him already.

[strikingchords]

[inclines his head; CERTAINLY TRUE]

[laughitoff]

[sighs]

Do you all think telling me is going to jinx it? I can somewhat understand my own marriage, but how would I prevent you going off and courting in Gusu? Why would I want to prevent that?

[strikingchords]

[why would he, indeed. ouch.

...

honestly:]

It is strange.

[laughitoff]

[maybe he wants you to be happy, Lan Wangji]

How so?

[strikingchords]

To know the future. It may not happen. We rarely discuss it.

[Wangji knows how jealous he might get, if he pondered on it for too long.]