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lightamidchaos) wrote2020-10-16 08:50 pm
lightamidchaos) wrote2020-10-16 08:50 pm
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[pfsb] sword forms by the lake
It is late afternoon by the time he makes his way outside.
Lan Wangji is well aware that Wei Ying would probably very much prefer him to be resting again at present, and in truth he likely should be, especially given what had just come to pass in the library not long before.
But. But. It has been three days, and he needs to know how much strength he can regain, how quickly, before he returns to Cold Pond Cave and faces his brother, tomorrow.
(He is fairly certain Shufu did not intend the injuries to be quite as severe this time, either. Fairly certain.)
Bichen flashes into his hand, gleaming along the blade with a faint, icy blue-white shine. Lan Wangji draws a deep breath, and begins to move through each of the Lan sword forms in a slow motion routine, his concentration absolute.
Lan Wangji is well aware that Wei Ying would probably very much prefer him to be resting again at present, and in truth he likely should be, especially given what had just come to pass in the library not long before.
But. But. It has been three days, and he needs to know how much strength he can regain, how quickly, before he returns to Cold Pond Cave and faces his brother, tomorrow.
(He is fairly certain Shufu did not intend the injuries to be quite as severe this time, either. Fairly certain.)
Bichen flashes into his hand, gleaming along the blade with a faint, icy blue-white shine. Lan Wangji draws a deep breath, and begins to move through each of the Lan sword forms in a slow motion routine, his concentration absolute.
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"My Lan Zhan." Soft. "I love you."
He runs his fingertips over Lan Zhan's forehead ribbon, ensuring it is perfectly straight.
"I will see you tonight."
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He kisses him once more, then carefully steps back and opens the front door before he can delay any further.
Cold Pond Cave gleams icily from the other side. Lan Wangji steps across the threshold and braces the door with his hand for a moment, listening.
He does not hear anything unusual, and he nods to confirm that all is well.
“Until tonight.”
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Wei Wuxian folds his hands in front of him as Lan Zhan lets the door close. The seam of its frame smudges away like ink washed clean under a stream; the doorknob is next, sinking into the rest of the wall as if it was never there. Soon he faces a blank wall. Still, he cannot help but keep smiling.
My Lan Zhan. My zhiji.
They will be reunited soon.