[sidereal - the dreaming]

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[for MDZS AU plot-related shenanigans]

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[laughitoff]

[he hasn't lifted his head or anything.

he's just

holding on.]

[strikingchords]

[...

takes his wrist with that hand]

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[flinches just a little, but does not take it away.]

[strikingchords]

[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,]

[laughitoff]

[nOISE??

he does not have a fever! his skin feels chilly, in fact]

[strikingchords]

[frowns at him helplessly]

You are cold.

[IT SOUNDS INADEQUATE AND INANE EVEN TO HIM BUT HE'S ALSO DEADLY SERIOUS]

[laughitoff]

[

a bit weakly tbh]

You really . . . worry too much, Lan Zhan . . .

[strikingchords]

[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.]

[laughitoff]

[shifts his hand enough to grip Lan Wangji's wrist back, steadying. he's not really thinking about why.]

[strikingchords]

[breathes out, and steadies, and tugs Wei Wuxian in slightly to lean against his shoulder, where it's warmer]

[laughitoff]

[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]

[strikingchords]

[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]

[laughitoff]

. . .

[he wishes he had something better to offer in this moment, than blood and grief and horror]

. . . always chasing me.

[strikingchords]

...

Do not make me.

[they're both tired.]

[laughitoff]

[bows his head without answering]

[strikingchords]

[neither of them has the resources to do much more than slump against each other until the dream starts to fade out...]

[laughitoff]

[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.]