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tfln

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1.I can't promise hot guys but I can promise alcohol which is close enough.

2. We should form a club for all of us that have stabbed a sibling with a chopstick! Or been stabbed by a sibling. Doesn't have to by a fork, swords count too.

3. There is a lotus pod with a bite taken out of it in the main hall. Just-- a bite.

4. I don’t want to brag, but vows, morals and will power are no match for my blow job skills

5. I smell of Emperor's Smile and I'm going to a funeral. This is my life.

6. t e x t h i m?

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who?

[someone once said something about his preference for wearing white.]

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[ part of him wants to respond casually with a 'my dignity', but--

that probably died a while ago.]

An old friend, a merchant I met when I was in YiLing.

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[that explains so much about you]

how did he pass?

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[ honestly it is a bold assuming he had dignity to begin with.

maybe he did, but it died with critical thinking skills and self-preservation.]

I don't know. Not yet at least, they say he passed in his sleep. But that could mean anything.

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[wangji likes to believe that everyone has dignity at the start of their lives. but perhaps there's an exception to everything.]

Do you need assistance?

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[ Wei Ying needed more room for his brilliance and good looks, thank you.]

I don't think I will need assistance, but--

[ does he dare disturb the universe indeed...]

Your company would not be unwelcome.

also 4 bc i am shameless

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[Read at 7:13 pm.]

ilu

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[ !!!! how dare you ignore him. clearly this means he needs to pester you incessantly until he gets a reply.]

Lan Zhaaaaaan! are you on your way so I can demonstrate?

Lan Zhan.

you know it's true.




don't ignore me. Lan Zhan!

ilu3000

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Absurd.

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what is absurd?

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[Read at 7:18 pm.]

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[ !!!!! ]

Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan.

It's so rude to ignore me.

Why won't you tell me what's absurd. Do you really not believe me?


I can prove it to you!

one year later...

[zithered]

[ Maybe it is cliche, to plan on doing what Wangji is planning on doing, on their one year anniversary. Well, he says one year anniversary, it is the anniversary of when they decided to make it completely official, aka after they told Sizhui, not exactly the anniversary of when they got together. But it's what counts, to him. And yes, it's cliche, but romance is cliche, and Lan Wangji is not exactly a grand romantic - not like Wei Ying can be - so he's. Trying his best.

They've had dinner in a lovely, midscale restaurant, and now they're just walking, no rush in the way they move through Caiyi Town, talking quietly about nothing and everything in between.

But the ring box is burning a hole in Wangji's pocket. As usual, he's completely sober, tonight even more than usual, and he keeps on looking over at Wei Ying and the way the lamp lights catch in his eyes, in his smile, against his fingers. It's like he's made of pure light himself, and Wangji is entirely, completely captivated.

He doesn't have much of a plan. Which is why, all of a sudden, he decides this is it, he has to do it now. They're walking along the river, and Wei Ying is eating an ice cream, and suddenly Wangji stops, tugging lightly on Wei Ying's wrist to make him stop, too. The lights of the town glitter all over the dark river, and the path is empty save for them, and Wangji's heart beats in his throat. ]

Wei Ying.

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[ three hundred and ninety-eight days. that is how long it has been since he and Lan Wangji started talking (not that Wei Ying has been counting, but-- okay, he has been but you can hardly blame him). since they started to find themselves in each other's spaces, circling around each other as if drawn into orbit. it has been a year more or less to the day since they honestly started dating, but Wei Ying perhaps was prone to terribly romantic indulgences when he could get away with it. which, with Wangji, were very often indeed.

though it was Wangji who planned this evening, dinner and dessert and a walk along the river in the dark and something curls around Wei Ying's heart and squeezes. it is perfect, and he makes sure to tell Wangji as much as often as he can. laughs over dinner with a look in his eyes that is warm and adoring and so full of love that he is sure it is overflowing. smiles so bright that worries it might melt the ice cream he wheedles out of Wangji as they walk into the night.

it has been long enough that Wei Ying knows how to read all of Wangji's expressions, all the moods he wears like clocks, the way his brow and lips can twist to spill whole stories, so he can tell there is something on the other's mind. that there is something that is not so much distracting him (Wei Ying has never once felt like he was not the focus of Wangji's attention when he was with him, even if they were not speaking, there was just-- always an awareness between them.) but something else. so Wei Ying makes sure to stay pressed close, keeps their fingers tangled together as they walk, laughter flowing freely and smile bright as ever.

the ice cream nearly tumbles to the ground when Wangji stops them, but Wei Ying catches it in time, hums as he licks away a melting drop before it hits his finger before turning.]

Mmm? [ a flicker of worry, only because of the way Wangji looks. worried. overwhelmed. he steps closer, toe to toe with him. ] Are you okay?

[zithered]

[ Wei Ying just made it so easy. From the moment they started this journey together, side by side and hand in hand and looking over Sizhui, he had made everything so easy. Even as he whirled into their lives like a hurricane, leaving parts of him everywhere in his wake and especially in Wangji’s heart, it all had felt so natural and normal from the beginning. A puzzle piece, slotting into place.

So this feels natural, too, the expected next step. At least, it does for Wangji. He’d asked Xichen for his opinion and had gotten a soft, gentle look, a shoulder squeeze, and a follow your heart. Which he is doing.

So he stands here for a moment in front of Wei Ying, before he takes a deep breath, and bends down on one knee, slow and measured. He’s not trying to shock Wei Ying, and he knows this is old fashioned, but cliches are cliches for a reason.

And here, by the river, he goes down on one knee for Wei Ying, thinks of the words he rehearsed, and discards them. ]

Wei Ying. I love you. I’ve loved you since the day we met. You are everything I didn’t know I wanted, or needed. You - complete me. And so -

[ Simple words, maybe too simple, but Wangji can’t pretend to be a poet.

With his free hand, he pulls out the ring box and opens it with a flick of his thumb. ]

Will you marry me?

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[ up until this point in his life, Wei Ying had been more than happy to simply go where life took him. to follow the winds of change that might push and pull him through life. was happy being something of a wanderer in all the things, sure he had a home and family but-- he never really felt the need to stay. to be still. not until Wangji at least. all this time with Wangji made Wei Ying feel free in a way that he never thought possible, even if he was technically not moving at all.

this life with Wangji that he was building was everything he ever wanted. more than he thought himself worthy of at times. until Wangji stops in the middle of their walk and looks at Wei Ying like that, like he is the entire world. the only thing he needs. then Wei Ying has a hard time tamping down on the swell of adoration he feels. finds himself cocking his head at Wangji as he stands there and he is leaning in to kiss Wangji until--

until Wangji goes down. measured and slow and Wei Ying's brain catches on itself because is he--

is Wangji actually--

will you marry me.

there are more words, before that, words that Wei Ying is sure will make him cry later (not that he isn't almost crying now) but he can just hear that question on repeat in his head while his ice cream falls to the ground because Wangji is on his knees with a goddamned ring and nothing else matters but--]

You actual, stupidly perfect man. Fuck, yes. [ the words are wet and mumbled as Wei Ying all but tackles Wangji where he kneels, uncaring about everything except getting his lips on Wangji's to mutter yes a million more times.] Yes, yes I will marry you.

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[ For a moment, everything is suspended in time, as Wangji looks at Wei Ying, with these words having just left his lips and his hands trembling around the ring box. For a moment, nothing happens, everything frozen as he watches Wei Ying and there's the distant, horrible possibility that Wei Ying will say no, but then, time starts ticking again.

Time starts ticking again, and Wei Ying is stumbling down to his knees, scrambling to grab onto Wangji. But he's saying yes, he's saying yes, and Wangji holds on to him right back, a little overwhelmed, a lot overwhelmed, actually. ]

Yeah? [ He asks, a little breathlessly, feeling stupid about it, but he's laughing too, wet and disbelieving, reaching back to take hold of Wei Ying's hand, slide the ring on. ]

I know it's early on, I know, but I'm so - I'm so deadly serious about you. I love you so much.

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[ as if there was some universe where Wei Ying would say no to Wangji (there is, when his mind is clouded with resentment and fury and madness brought unto himself, but no right-minded Wei Ying says no). he understands that it has been so little time, that it is barely a year at all when other people look at it, but Wei Ying has never felt something like this in all of his years, has never felt as if home was in the bones and blood of another person the way he does with Wangji. has never felt like he was at peace like he did when he was with Wangji.

his laughter and tears are muffled against Wangji's neck for only a moment before he is pulling back enough to kiss him, soft and adoring, while the ring is slide onto his finger. when Wei Ying turns to look at it, he is sure that his smile will split his face in two.]

You are-- fuck, Wangji, you have been it since day one for me. [ and he means that, no matter how cliched, he really does. another laugh, this one tucked against Wangji's jaw. ] Love you, so much.

Thigns and stuff

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Wen Chao is dead and his brother is back and that's honestly the only thoughts in his head as they retreat to where they're staying for this part of the campaign against the Wen sect. Three months with nothing and he just shows up right in front of them and he's still not sure he's ready to believe Wei Wuxian is back.

It's later that night when he finally has time to breathe, if not sleep because sleep isn't something that comes easily and even when it does, it's plagued by nightmares so he usually ends up awake and pacing in of the quieter areas of their base of operations.

It's not relaxing but sleeping is honestly worse and his mind keeps replaying the scenes at the Supervisory office.

whistles horrible flute tunes

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Sleep isn't something that Wei Ying has managed much of in the last three months. Hell, not something that he has managed a great deal of in the last twelve months if he really things about it, but the last three were certainly some of the worst. There wasn't much sleep to be found in the Burial Mounds, between the energy and his own mind, sleep was too close to death for him to feel all that comfortable with it. And now-- now he is used to this kind of half awake state, of sleep lingering just out of his reach and leaving him wanting but never close enough to touch.

In the last few months, he has gotten very good at idle work. From meditating to whittling, something that kept him occupied but not exactly expending energy. Now, in the relative safety of a friendly camp, Wei Ying could add something like patrolling to the list. He found himself a quiet corner of shadows, and sat himself there, one leg dangling off the low wall he was sitting at, the other folded up. There would be pacing if he thought it necessary but--

Well it seems he wasn't the only one awake at this time.

In the dark, he can see the all too familiar silhouette of Jiang Cheng pacing in the shadows near by, restless and conflicted.

"You know, if you keep to a set path there, we will have a nice little area start laying coffins." His voice is low, almost quiet, but it still carries in the dark easily. Still has the edges of amusement wearing at the edges.

Re: whistles horrible flute tunes

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The voice startles him, his head whipping around even as he recognizes it, his expression twisting for a moment before he's just frowning even as he comes to lean against the wall beside where Wei Wuxian's sitting.

There's something different about him, that much anyone can see, but putting it into words is harder than just knowing it's there and he swats at Wei Wuxian's ankle.

"...Why are you awake?"

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Wei Ying snorts at the question, eyebrow raising on his face as he gives Jiang Cheng a pointed look, lips curling at the edges. It isn't quite a smile, but it's almost there. Smiling, much like sleeping, was something that Wei Ying wasn't quite used to anymore either, those months with resentful energy never gave him much to smile about, so when he tries now it feels-- strained. Not really foreign but like he has forgotten the nuances of the gestures.

Instead, he kicks Jiang Cheng's shoulder lightly. Playfully.

"Why are you awake, mmm?" Pot, meet kettle. Humming quietly, he tugs Chenqing from his belt and twirls it idly around his fingers. Thoughtless, habit. "Sleep seems rather trivial at times like this, doesn't it."

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He can't argue with that,even if for him, sleep is more an invitation to relive the things he could see when he closed his eyes, the moments he didn't want to think about too clearly. But the kick has him swatting at his brother's ankle, fingers curling around it for a moment.

"I don't want to sleep." After a moment, his head dropping back against the wall, eyes closing.

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The hand on his ankle is warm, even through the fabric of his boots, and it stills his movements if only for a moment. Ever since-- ever since his core was removed, Wei Ying finds himself feeling colder than usual, chilled. Or perhaps that is from the resentment that seems to constantly curl around in his hollow chest, either or. He shakes the thoughts and shadows off, watching as Jiang Cheng leans back against the wall, eyes closing slightly.

He looks tired. Worn.

(Protect him)

"Don't want to, or can't. I'm not carrying you if you pass out, I hope you know that." A lie. He would, no questions asked.