Lan Wangji (
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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There is a softness in his expression as he looks at Wei Ying, and patient resignation in his glance.
"But no. I was in the library before."
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Apparently, thanks to Lan Zhan, he has begun to appreciate the value of using a single syllable to convey a whole range of emotions. (In this case: skepticism, amusement, and a deep, loving fondness.)
Wei Wuxian pecks him on the lips without hesitation once he's close enough. "Did you find anything interesting?"
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"Mn. A few things. I will make copies of them, if I am allowed."
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(He's been a little afraid to go back to the library since he sheepishly asked Madam Bar to return the water-stained scroll from Harrow's consecration ritual. Someday he will face down the Librarian again, but... not yet.)
He combs his fingers through Lan Zhan's hair, settling them on the back of his neck.
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He shivers, very slightly, and moves closer.
"If it would help - I could give you a copy of something from our library. You could offer that as replacement and apology."
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"I hope that won't be necessary," he says with a small laugh. "I cannot imagine that would go unnoticed, Lan Zhan. No, I will make whatever apologies and payment the Librarian wishes."
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He shifts his grasp on Bichen slightly, as he assesses his spiritual energy reserves, then reluctantly lets go of Wei Ying's hip in order to sheathe the sword manually rather than vanish it.
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When he notices what Lan Zhan is trying to do, he steps back enough to give him the space for it -- even as his gaze sharpens slightly, assessing. If he has enough spiritual energy to command Bichen through his sword forms, but none left over to vanish the blade, then his reserves remain far too low. Wei Wuxian sighs inwardly.
Stubborn Lan Zhan, he thinks, but even that is tinged with fondness.
"How do you feel?"
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He holds Bichen sheathed at his side and meets Wei Ying's eyes, his own expression bland, now.
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But he lets it go with a small sigh, forms another smile, and says, "Well, then if you are done, let's go inside and you can tell me more about what you found in the library."
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He moves to Wei Ying's side, clearly intending to walk beside him rather than to lead the way.
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As they walk back to the inn, he shifts the wine bottle to his other hand so he can link his fingers with Lan Zhan's.
"If there were a way you could be better now, for the sake of my heart -- " He chuckles, ruefully. "But you have always been more patient than I have."
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"I will endeavor to heal as swiftly as I can. I promise."
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"Good," he says. And then, lightly: "So you will not object if I feed you another meal once we're inside?"
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He sounds a little wry, but accepting enough.
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"It won't be," he assures him. "More rice and broth, and a little tofu, I think. We will add in vegetables tomorrow morning."
He elbows open the door to the inn.
"And you have enough medicine now to take back with you to Cold Pond Cave."
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Medicine can be easily hidden, after all.
"Tea would be welcome," he observes.
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He whistles to get the attention of the nearest waitrat, letting go of Lan Zhan's hand long enough to crouch down and relay their order. "If you could bring it upstairs to our room, please? I would be very thankful."
The rat squeaks assent and dashes away.
With a grin, Wei Wuxian takes Lan Zhan's hand again and draws him to the stairs.
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When they reach the room, however, all such thoughts are lost as he stares at the door.
His name is on it, now, in addition to Wei Ying's.
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"I thought..." His smile softens; despite himself, a clutch of nerves tightens in his gut. "If we -- if this. Is it all right?"
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"More than all right."
He would never have asked; never have presumed.
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"Good," he whispers before he leans in to kiss him.
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The movement shifts them close enough to the door that the locking talisman releases, allowing it to unlatch and open.
Good.
Lan Wangji takes advantage of that to pull Wei Ying the rest of the way into the room, and kisses him again.
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And me.
The door shuts behind them. Wei Wuxian backs against it, letting Lan Zhan push him there without breaking the kiss.
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He presses him against the door, using the weight of his body to hold him there, and kisses him again, and again, and again.
"Wei Ying."
Low and rough, nearly a growl, as he puts his hands first on Wei Ying's shoulders, then runs them along his arms, to his wrists, where his grip tightens.
"My Wei Ying."
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