[texting post]

[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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[laughitoff]

...

[turns around and walks directly into his bedroom

Lan Wangji can almost FEEL his heart pounding out of his chest from the completely unexpected pleased shock, though]

[strikingchords]

[oh,




looks down unseeing at his notes]

[laughitoff]

[HE NEEDS A MINUTE!]

[strikingchords]

[that's fine,,,,,,,,

appreciation should be in words, he thinks, a bit dizzily]

[laughitoff]

[. . .peers around the doorframe at him once the strength of the feeling has faded somewhat]

[strikingchords]

[he's glancing through his notes again while he waits for Wei Wuxian to come back, as far as Wei Wuxian can tell...

it's still Lan Zhan :X]

[laughitoff]

[comes back and sits on the couch near him :X]

[strikingchords]

[doesn't immediately look up; he's afraid to scare him away, tbh]

[laughitoff]

[fidgets]

[strikingchords]

[finally, quietly looks up and over at him again, eyes steady]

[laughitoff]

[quietly]

Thanks.

[strikingchords]

[Wei Wuxian can feel the blade-sharp internal flinch, as if at an unexpected blow, before Lan Wangji hastens to clamp down on how much that reaction can be perceived and it dwindles. his face doesn't really change, which is perhaps the clearest and most unguarded view of that phenomenon Wei Wuxian has had so far.]

...

[laughitoff]

[oh]

...

[strikingchords]

[that hurt? that hurt. for some reason that hurt.]

...

[steadily]

No need.

[oh, he keeps saying that because it

hurts to hear???????]

[laughitoff]

[exhales]

What can I say instead?

[strikingchords]

[his eyes jerk up to Wei Wuxian's face again, startled]

[laughitoff]

[meets his eyes a moment and looks away]

It's not like I want to hurt you.

[strikingchords]

[you've never said anything about it before.

was it that you thought you couldn't hurt me?]









"I'm glad you're talking to me."

[laughitoff]

...

I'm glad you're talking to me.

[strikingchords]

[he feels like a held breath, his whole body as frozen as the air stunned still in his throat.

looks down at his so-steady hands on either side of his notes and nods, very slightly.]

[laughitoff]

[wow, they communicated. a goddamn marvel]

[strikingchords]

[he rebalances, goes internally quiet once more. it doesn't take much. Lan Wangji's natural stability runs deep.

looks calmly back up at Wei Wuxian when his eyes match his hands again, heart still beating a little too fast]

[laughitoff]

[he still looks very softly stricken]

[strikingchords]

[no]

...

Wei Ying.

[laughitoff]

Is there--is there anything else.