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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]

[looks back at him]

Wangji.

[laughitoff]

Where did--

[an odd expression crosses his face, and then he just shakes his head; he's not sure he wants to know the answer, actually]

[strikingchords]

[he doesn't reply, since Wei Wuxian cut that one off; just inclines his head and starts eating. time to go to pepper hell.

Wei Wuxian's mouth gives him an answer for the question he didn't quite ask, anyway. this is 100% Yunmeng style cooking with chili added to within an inch of its life.]

[laughitoff]

[uncomfortable or not, it is frankly all he can do not to shove the entire dish directly in his face at once]

[strikingchords]

[maybe he happened to be in Yunmeng at some point! thirteen years is a long time and the older Wei Wuxian said the elder Lan Wangji likes to cook. there was plenty of time for him to pick it up incidentally and if he cooks for his Wei Wuxian frequently, it'd be natural for him to start there to teach his counterpart. yeah this all potentially makes sense, right?????

Lan Wangji is QUIETLY AND IMPASSIVELY TRIUMPHANT]

[laughitoff]

Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, how are you so good at this?

[strikingchords]

[he owes his older self his LIFE.]

...

Capable instruction.

[laughitoff]

But it hasn't been that long! You're as fearsome in the kitchen as in battle!

[strikingchords]

I am still learning.

[puts more on Wei Wuxian's plate.]

[laughitoff]

[digs in with an eager little noise ///]

[strikingchords]

[his eyes sofen a little, watching Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji is in PHYSICAL PAIN and INCREDIBLY HAPPY right now]

[laughitoff]

[this actually is also the best evening he's had in a long time.]

[strikingchords]

[Wei Wuxian probably ends up eating basically all of what Lan Wangji cooked. by the time Lan Wangji rises to wash up he's actually unbent enough that - should Wei Wuxian not wall it off himself - it's possible to very dimly sense what he's feeling again through their bond. the verdict might be "pleased, in his quiet way."]

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian is actually relaxed enough to let his own walls down a little; Lan Wangji can vaguely feel his purring pleasure back, the simple easy content of being full and rested and relatively at peace, something that's been rare enough in the last few years that it feels novel and wonderful]

[strikingchords]

[he loves that a lot!!!!!!

settles on the couch after the cleanup is done to work on his notes, eminently interruptable if Wei Wuxian is tempted.]

[laughitoff]

[sticks his face over Lan Wangji's shoulder, predictably]

[strikingchords]

[it's just some notes on different mythical beasts; he's putting them in better order rather than doing anything more interesting tonight. looks coolly sidelong at his face, what, not actually annoyed despite his inscrutable expression]

[laughitoff]

Why divine beasts?

[strikingchords]

[considers]

Hm. Are you acquainted with Jonathan Sims?

[laughitoff]

We've talked a few times.

[strikingchords]

[inclines his head]

He is possessed by a dark beast. He wishes himself examined, but with precautions. I await his notes before planning.

[but he's doing a little cross checking first, obviously, in case it gives him an idea.]

[laughitoff]

[a faint amused noise]

Always finding the chaos, hmm?

[strikingchords]

[slightly dry]

Not difficult.

[laughitoff]

Not even here, that’s true. I get to run a delightful experiment with curses soon myself.

[strikingchords]

[glances at him again; yes, tell me more about your life]