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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]

I will hope for them.

[there was reason for hope, he thinks. Wei Wuxian seemed happier as a fierce ghost than any time he can remember him in the Sunshot Campaign at all.]

[laughitoff]

[hums noncommittally; there’s a strange soft uneasiness there]

[strikingchords]

[looks at it quietly; Wei Wuxian can feel it.

he doesn't say anything or prompt any response, though; just taking him in]

[laughitoff]

It’s strange to be someone else.

[strikingchords]

...

That different?

[his fingers have found where Wei Wuxian tied his hair back earlier for the baby Lan Wangji's sake; loosens his ribbon carefully, letting the pressure from containing the heavy fall of it ease off his scalp]

[laughitoff]

[sighs as the tangled fall of it slides down and apart]

That different.

[strikingchords]

[the person he'd talked to was unmistakably Wei Wuxian. perhaps Lan Wangji keeps that cheerful teenager closer to his mind's eye than Wei Wuxian does, these days.

begins to fingercomb the hair right at the nape of his neck where it's gotten the worst, careful not to even tug as he works the knots out]

[laughitoff]

[slowly, easily turns completely face down on Lan Wangji's lap, limp and trusting]

[strikingchords]

[gently, almost murmurred]

Would have enjoyed the child Wei Ying.

[laughitoff]

Hmm. Depends what age I was, I suppose!

[strikingchords]

Oh?

[laughitoff]

I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have wanted one who tried to steal from you and run.

[strikingchords]

[...faintly amused, unmistakably warm]

Would.

[laughitoff]

This is just unfair! You're too nice!

[does not move for all his complaining]

[strikingchords]

[finishes with the nap of his neck and starts working down the length of his hair]

Hm.

[laughitoff]

[grumbles wordlessly and puts his arms around him.]

[strikingchords]

[hums to him, not trying to speak again for another couple of minutes; tender even for Lan Wangji]

[laughitoff]

[finds the hand not combing his hair to lace their fingers together, too]

[strikingchords]

[lifts it to his lips and kisses his knuckles. not particularly amorous, just]

[laughitoff]

[shovers, warmed all the way through emotionally; gross]

Lan Zhan is really...too nice. What am I supposed to do with him?

[strikingchords]

[tranquil, putting their hands back down by Wei Wuxian's head]

As you wish.

[laughitoff]

[turns his head to kiss HIS hand X(]

[strikingchords]

[shivers himself, eyes soft on his face now that he can see it again]

[laughitoff]

[his eyes are nearly closed still; his expression is almost...tender? christ]

[strikingchords]

[his heart turns over. uses his petting hand to brush the hair out of Wei Wuxian's eyes, lingering]