[pfsb] sword forms by the lake

[lightamidchaos]

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.

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[acrookedpath]

When they parted ways -- Wei Wuxian to retrieve a long-delayed meal and some more medicine, Lan Zhan to explore the library -- he expected they would reconvene in a few hours. Considering it's Lan Zhan, he also half-expected he might need to dive into the library himself, eventually, lest the other man get so engrossed in some book on another world's music theory that he not resurface for hours.

What he did not expect, as he watched the grounds from their window, idly finishing the last of his meal, was to see a familiar glint of steel under the lowered sun.

He pauses, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. "Lan Zhan," he groans, dropping them back to his bowl with a clatter.

Correct, Lan Zhan! He would prefer you be resting!

Heaving a sigh, he gathers up the dishes to bring down to Madam Bar, where he exchanges them for a bottle of wine before heading outside. Autumn is on its way in earnest: the air cannot hold the sun's heat for very long anymore, and in its loosened grasp, a cool breeze stirs the hair near Wei Wuxian's temples. He won't demand Lan Zhan stop. He won't even suggest it. But what he will do is sprawl on a nearby rock, crack open his bottle, and keep an eye on Lan Zhan as he moves through his sword forms.

No hardship, really. It's a very nice view.

[herald_ingress]

Ingress has been looking for Wei Wuxian, dying to know what happened after leaving him that night in the front gallery - if he was brave enough to tell Lan Wangji his feelings, whether Lan Wangji responded in kind. She hopes he did. Oh, she hopes.

Especially when she spots Lan Wangji going through his sword forms. Temple and Arch, she hopes things worked out, because Lan Wangji is as stunning as he always is. Thankfully, his forms distract her, because while they are similar to a couple of the styles she was taught, they are distinct enough that she needs to know them.

"Hello," she calls. "Would it disturb you if I watch your practice? I'm always keen to learn new forms and techniques."