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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]

[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]

[laughitoff]

[he is starting to feel a little less scared and a little more safe, the more Lan Wangji does this; still a bit uncomfortable under the scrutiny but not enough to pull away and close off again.

...unfortunately the muddle of pleased bemusement and the vestiges of strange empty alien hunger and the furtive shift of Wei Wuxian turning it over and putting it all away eventually fade off into...oh.

he fell asleep.]

[strikingchords]

[it's not really the same active scrutiny so much as the unavoidable awareness of someone who pays close attention to you being able to feel your feelings, but yeah, Lan Wangji doesn't push it further than that either way.

waits for a while after he sleeps and then gently gets up to remove their outer robes and fold them to lay off to the side. sleep properly now.]

[laughitoff]

[When you start to drift off to sleep—you dream. You're lying in your bed, but your ceiling is gone. You're staring up at the night sky with its two moons. The stars are twinkling—no. They're blinking. Watching.

You wake up.

Wei Wuxian does so with a jerk in Lan Wangji's arms, sucking in a deep breath, eyes wide and dark and catching the moonlight in the dim room]

[strikingchords]

[he feels that Lan Wangji is also awake under him. his heartbeat has sped up but he's otherwise completely steady; there's a distant lingering dream-sense echoing along their bond that he was levelly staring back at whatever watched them.]

...

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian's own end of the bond spiked into rabbit-panic for a moment before he woke, fading now...

curls his hands into Lan Wangji's robe, feeling the softness of it in his fingers.]

A dream?

[strikingchords]

Mm.

[narrows his eyes at the ceiling, thoughtful and cool; he may be judging the stars a little, without much heat behind it.]

[laughitoff]

...always something happening...

[burrows down against him once more]

[strikingchords]

[shifts so his sleeve shields Wei Wuxian's face from whatever might look down on them from above, still staring up at the ceiling and out the window. the fierce protective current that goes with the gesture surfaces like a film of swift-running water over the glass of his habitual cool restraint; there is not even a ripple to show that it is any different from its smooth substrate before it sinks back below the threshold of perception again.]

...

[laughitoff]

[it touches off warm little echoes in Wei Wuxian, surprise and warm affection and something that reaches back: and who's going to protect you, then...?]

Don't challenge the sky tonight, Lan Er-Gege...

[strikingchords]

...

[very gently ironic, at himself as much as anything]

No campaign.

[starshot rather than sunshot? a very obscure play on words.]

[laughitoff]

The first one was hard enough...

[he caught the joke; tugs a little at Lan Wangji's hair in his sleepy thin amusement, as though in remonstration]

[strikingchords]

[shifts his gaze to look at Wei Wuxian's face instead; all right]

[laughitoff]

[he looks oddly vulnerable, hair loose and tangled, face soft and eyes still wide-open but drowsy, cheek mushed against Lan Wangji's shoulder and chest, Lan Wangji's hair still wound loosely around his fingers]

...I still feel strange...

[strikingchords]

[his eyes narrow and soften in concern; reaches to gently card his hair back from his face again]

[laughitoff]

[a soft exhale]

I'm all right. Just...memories that aren't mine...

[strikingchords]

[pet... pet. gravely considers the situation before he responds; being disembodied would be a big change, but what he keeps going back to is the fact that Wei Wuxian claimed that the ghost version of himself wasn't him. would he feel that way about future Wei Wuxian, the person they both see fairly clearly as another version of the same man? would Lan Wangji feel that way if he experienced his own other self's memories?]

...

"Very different."

How?

[laughitoff]

[a slow, sleepy blink, his habitual caution still there but a little more muddled at this hour]

Being a ghost sucks. He was badly hurt in the Burial Mounds before he was rescued. He was happy.

[strikingchords]

...

[Lan Wangji feels a moment of sharp regret, but it is distant. he has gone through a couple of cycles of coming to terms with this, by now, and he is practiced at carrying such things. it does not harden his heart or make him defensive; it just is, as calmly part of the tapestry of Lan Wangji's emotions as the reserve that veils them. he still feels very soft where Wei Wuxian is pressed against him.]

Mm.

Better served.

[laughitoff]

[softly]

I don't envy him. But still...

[strikingchords]

Being found itself was different.

[he is fully back to petting]

[laughitoff]

[makes a thin sound, not quite able to manage laughter]

How was he so happy...?

[strikingchords]

[another considering pause...]

You would not have been, in his place?