魏婴 Wei Ying | 魏无羡 Wei Wuxian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
laughitoff) wrote2019-12-15 06:43 pm
laughitoff) wrote2019-12-15 06:43 pm
[sidereal - the dreaming]
[for MDZS AU plot-related shenanigans]
[Lan Wangji is very, very still next to him, if he is able to notice that.]
[he should do something to reassure him. he should do something and not just stay like this, feeling sick and empty.
...
reaches out and clutches one of Lan Wangji's sleeves]
...
reaches out and clutches one of Lan Wangji's sleeves]
[startles, an almost unnoticeable twitch, and looks up at him]
[he hasn't lifted his head or anything.
he's just
holding on.]
he's just
holding on.]
Edited 2019-12-23 05:22 (UTC)
[flinches just a little, but does not take it away.]
[he's really ready to be in agony about Wei Wuxian having to carry his grief on top of his, actual life that Lan Wangji was grieving about, but he's briefly distracted by Wei Wuxian's physical misery in front of him
checks his forehead for a fever with his other hand,]
checks his forehead for a fever with his other hand,]
[nOISE??
he does not have a fever! his skin feels chilly, in fact]
he does not have a fever! his skin feels chilly, in fact]
[frowns at him helplessly]
You are cold.
[IT SOUNDS INADEQUATE AND INANE EVEN TO HIM BUT HE'S ALSO DEADLY SERIOUS]
You are cold.
[IT SOUNDS INADEQUATE AND INANE EVEN TO HIM BUT HE'S ALSO DEADLY SERIOUS]
[
a bit weakly tbh]
You really . . . worry too much, Lan Zhan . . .
a bit weakly tbh]
You really . . . worry too much, Lan Zhan . . .
[he just shakes his head; he's trembling too, honestly, though the tremor is very slight and his underlying stance is steady. Wei Wuxian can't see it. he can only feel it where Lan Wangji's holding onto his wrist.]
[shifts his hand enough to grip Lan Wangji's wrist back, steadying. he's not really thinking about why.]
[breathes out, and steadies, and tugs Wei Wuxian in slightly to lean against his shoulder, where it's warmer]
[he stays stiff and resisting for a moment, and then relaxes just a little, looking sidelong at him through the heavy tangled fall of his hair]
[looks back, exhausted and serious and steadfast; even without being in his head Wei Wuxian can taste the melange of it in the back of his throat]
. . .
[he wishes he had something better to offer in this moment, than blood and grief and horror]
. . . always chasing me.
[he wishes he had something better to offer in this moment, than blood and grief and horror]
. . . always chasing me.
[neither of them has the resources to do much more than slump against each other until the dream starts to fade out...]
[they can still feel each others' hold, when they wake up.
Lan Wangji also feels an uncomfortable heat in a ring on his chest, almost like the brand scar's become a fresh wound again. it doesn't hurt, though. Wei Wuxian feels it around his forearm, near his elbow rather than his wrist.
strange, glittering tattoos like winding vines have appeared there. both terminate in what might someday be a blooming flower, but is currently just a single inked-in petal.]
Lan Wangji also feels an uncomfortable heat in a ring on his chest, almost like the brand scar's become a fresh wound again. it doesn't hurt, though. Wei Wuxian feels it around his forearm, near his elbow rather than his wrist.
strange, glittering tattoos like winding vines have appeared there. both terminate in what might someday be a blooming flower, but is currently just a single inked-in petal.]
Edited 2019-12-24 05:33 (UTC)
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