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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]

[tenderly tucks Wei Wuxian's hair the rest of the way behind his ear, with his unclaimed hand]

A strange day.

Unpleasant?

[laughitoff]

...jumbled.

[strikingchords]

Mm.

[skates his fingers slowly down the back of Wei Wuxian's neck, ending with his palm flat and warm between his shoulderblades]

[laughitoff]

[breathes out slowly and turns his face out of sight again, though he keeps hold of Lan Wangji's hand]

[strikingchords]

[what's he feeling...?]

[laughitoff]

[there are a lot of things he could be saying and he wants to say exactly none of them; he feels rattled and overstretched by the day they've had somehow and Lan Wangji is bringing him back from that, but some of it he will have to deal with on his own.]

[strikingchords]

[squeezes his hand where their fingers are still laced together against Wei Wuxian's cheek, still quiet]

[laughitoff]

[squeezes back, and stays where he is]

[strikingchords]

[he's going to very slowly press the kinks out of Wei Wuxian's shoulders until he feels a little more settled.]

[laughitoff]

[sighs deeply, somewhere in the middle]

Maybe we should go to bed...?

[strikingchords]

[there is a sense he was kinda waiting for that shift]

Have you eaten?

[laughitoff]

No...I don't really want to tonight? I still feel a bit strange.

[strikingchords]

Mm.

[squeezes his hand again and shifts slightly, warning him that "facedown in lap" will need to shift as well]

[laughitoff]

[exhales again and sits up properly]

[strikingchords]

[brings Wei Wuxian's hand to his mouth to gently kiss his knuckles again, then rises deliberately, tugging Wei Wuxian after]

[laughitoff]

[there's a faint, involuntary little flowering of affection at the gesture; Wei Wuxian follows him easily.]

[strikingchords]

[upstairs they goooo. when they reach the bedroom, Lan Wangji presses Wei Wuxian to a seat on the bed, looking down at him gravely with one hand still in his and the other on his shoulder]

[laughitoff]

[looks up at him, a little wide-eyed]

[strikingchords]

[lifts their joined hands to cup Wei Wuxian's cheek properly and just looks back, utterly opaque... it somehow feels like he's taking everything in and putting it somewhere rather than making a judgment or a point, though. his eyes are very soft and his face is very quiet.]

[laughitoff]

[lets him look his fill, then wraps his free hand around Lan Wangji's wrist and tugs him down to join him.]

[strikingchords]

[oh

lets himself be tugged?]

[laughitoff]

[flops him into some kind of lying-down position so he can climb back onto him for cuddles.]

[strikingchords]

[deeply tranquil and imperturbable and long-suffering]

Our robes.

[he does not seem to actually care. loops both arms gently around Wei Wuxian instead of moving to act on that commentary further in any way; his heartbeat is very steady under Wei Wuxian's cheek.]

[laughitoff]

Later.

[settles, heavily]

[strikingchords]

[closes his eyes; apparently he's completely content to just lay there for a while, half-meditative, feeling the slow fascinating shift of Wei Wuxian processing the day under his skin without trying to intrude further unless invited. disgusting, honestly]