[Wei Wuxian's shock gives way to spilling horror and grief, a torn-open wound as sure as any that led to his death. he should be grateful, he should be wondering at this proof of what Lan Wangji's done, how good a person Lan Wangji is, an unexpected ally who was at his back all along...
but almost all of it is tragic; waste and missed opportunities unto death and beyond, sorrow on sorrow. even the parts he's been told of already rip the edges wider; it is different seeing him and feeling him live through it rather than simply being told. Lan Wangji feels blood rise in his throat.]
[he sort of shoves himself between Wei Wuxian and the memory; it's not as if he wants him burdened with this either...
the scenery fully goes dark around them. when their surroundings finish fading back on, they've separated at last - they're both on the stone floor of a perfectly round room with smooth walls and ceiling. there's an etched crystal chrysanthemum inlaid into the floor, only one petal lit so far.
there's a cheerful mechanical DING! that they recognize from past wish related experience, then silence.]
[he'd thought they might have to go through some awful ordeal for their wishes, based on the ominous contract, but it's pretty messed up that the ordeal is apparently just looking at their lives again.]
[maybe it's to show them where things went wrong, Wei Wuxian blurrily rationalizes after a while, huddled on the floor of a room which could exist only in their dreams. maybe it's to show him those fracture points so he can think of them, think of ways to repair them.
but if so...if so, it would be more than this, wouldn't it...? it would involve his family too, and the Wens. not just Lan Zhan and ruined houses and old ghosts. not just their own past memories.]
[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,]
[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.]
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but almost all of it is tragic; waste and missed opportunities unto death and beyond, sorrow on sorrow. even the parts he's been told of already rip the edges wider; it is different seeing him and feeling him live through it rather than simply being told. Lan Wangji feels blood rise in his throat.]
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the scenery fully goes dark around them. when their surroundings finish fading back on, they've separated at last - they're both on the stone floor of a perfectly round room with smooth walls and ceiling. there's an etched crystal chrysanthemum inlaid into the floor, only one petal lit so far.
there's a cheerful mechanical DING! that they recognize from past wish related experience, then silence.]
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Wei Ying.
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but if so...if so, it would be more than this, wouldn't it...? it would involve his family too, and the Wens. not just Lan Zhan and ruined houses and old ghosts. not just their own past memories.]
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...
reaches out and clutches one of Lan Wangji's sleeves]
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he's just
holding on.]
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takes his wrist with that hand]
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checks his forehead for a fever with his other hand,]
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he does not have a fever! his skin feels chilly, in fact]
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You are cold.
[IT SOUNDS INADEQUATE AND INANE EVEN TO HIM BUT HE'S ALSO DEADLY SERIOUS]
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a bit weakly tbh]
You really . . . worry too much, Lan Zhan . . .
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