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!
between the indecision and his shaking knees it takes him rather longer than one would expect to make it to Lan Wangji's door, but he gets there eventually]
there's a pale familiar figure standing under a lamppost in the courtyard waiting for him when he makes it past the path from Section 2, looking almost part of the spilling pool of light]
[reaches out his own hand and catches Wei Wuxian's, pulling him to himself; they're still of a height, absent reincarnation. Lan Wangji's gold eyes are so close, paler than ever in the light. he's looking at Wei Wuxian with that same grave, ravenous intensity.
whatever else he can see, it is probably plain that Wei Wuxian might not have it in him to stop whatever happens next]
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[after
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Lan Wangji gets a text]
?
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Lan Zhan?
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[oh god, his voice still has that growl under the steadiness of it, it's exactly the same]
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...
Come here.
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aaa.
finally:]
Where?
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By the courtyard.
[he means the condos, of course]
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between the indecision and his shaking knees it takes him rather longer than one would expect to make it to Lan Wangji's door, but he gets there eventually]
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there's a pale familiar figure standing under a lamppost in the courtyard waiting for him when he makes it past the path from Section 2, looking almost part of the spilling pool of light]
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he's perfectly still.]
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takes a couple of half-stumbling steps forward, reaching a hand out to him]
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whatever else he can see, it is probably plain that Wei Wuxian might not have it in him to stop whatever happens next]
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wraps his arms around him instead of whatever he was going to do... he's still so steady.]
Wei Ying.
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Are you actually a statue -- I know you're not, but really--
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Not a statue.
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[he's-- happy again, distracted from his own tense need. oh no]
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Not faaaair...
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[scoops him off his feet entirely into a princess carry, kind of giddy]
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he ALSO makes the same startled aroused noises he was making in the dream in real life]
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[SERENELY CARRIES HIM TOWARDS THE CONDOS]
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[he's still hiding his face in Lan Wangji's robes like it will help anything]
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