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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]

[stares at him, genuinely wordless for a moment; oh]

[laughitoff]

[meets his eyes; the question was earnest enough]

[strikingchords]

[he is jealous of his older self's happiness, but every time he tries to process the idea of Wei Wuxian being dead for thirteen years his heart breaks. he would rather him be alive. he would rather him be alive and never speak to Lan Wangji again.]

No.

[laughitoff]

[...seems to relax, faintly...]

Oh.

[strikingchords]

...

Come here.

[laughitoff]

[...

tugs the rope so the boat drifts closer in next to Lan Wangji, bumping against the inside wall of the canal]

[strikingchords]

[he was hoping he'd climb out, but better than nothing... .v.

carefully hands him down something that was sitting next to him, obscured by the angle and his robes

jar????]

[laughitoff]

[jar???

takes it with a look of confusion]

[strikingchords]

[familiar jar

Emperor's Smile.

Lan Wangji puts his hand back on his knee very correctly.]

[laughitoff]

[stares at it

stares at him]

[strikingchords]

[INSCRUTABLE STATUE MAN]

[laughitoff]

[pleased but also alarmed]

...for me?

[strikingchords]

...

[looks at him. I just handed it to you.]

Yes.

[laughitoff]

Why?

[strikingchords]

...

[blandly]

You dislike handstands.

[laughitoff]

Will you drink with me, then?

[strikingchords]

[hhhhhhesitates; he doesn't want to...]

[laughitoff]

. . . you don’t have to.

[strikingchords]

...

...

...

I will.

[laughitoff]

Really? Here? Now?

[strikingchords]

[:T :T :T :T :T :T]

Do what you like.

[laughitoff]

[meets his eyes with an oddly lighter expression, before he undoes the seal on the jar]

Mark your words.

[strikingchords]

[narrows his eyes at him - as if Lan Wangji ever did anything else, Wei Ying! and waits huffily for this to CONTINUE TO HAPPEN]

[laughitoff]

[takes a small sip to start, instead of a gulp, and makes a frankly obscene noise over it, letting it linger on his tongue before swallowing]

Ah; I never thought I'd taste this again!  Truly you've worked a miracle this day, Lan Zhan.  Come, partake!

[hands him the jar back by its strings, since they don't have cups]

[strikingchords]

[looks at it with alarming neutrality and reluctantly retrieves it, taking a swallow before he returns it]