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Are you sure, Hanguang-jun? You barely notice me and I am always annoying you, what makes you think you would notice someone trying to get your attention if they were shy~
[ don't look too closely at how he says that, how he is maybe a little of something annoyed almost seems to sink into the words. Wei Ying refuses to think about it thank you. he has more important things to focus on that are not his own weird emotions, those can wait. for years, he is sure.
leaning over the desk a little more, Wei Ying reaches out to tug on Lan Zhan's robes, eyes alight.]
Don't worry, Lan Zhan! I can help you with that too, if you want!
[ don't look too closely at how he says that, how he is maybe a little of something annoyed almost seems to sink into the words. Wei Ying refuses to think about it thank you. he has more important things to focus on that are not his own weird emotions, those can wait. for years, he is sure.
leaning over the desk a little more, Wei Ying reaches out to tug on Lan Zhan's robes, eyes alight.]
Don't worry, Lan Zhan! I can help you with that too, if you want!
[ something feels-- shifted. Wei Ying doesn't know if it is in him or in Lan Zhan or between the two of them, but something isn't sitting quite the way that it used to. and Wei Ying finds that he is okay with that, despite not quite knowing where to put his foot, he feels that, maybe even if he were to misstep, with Lan Zhan it would not matter.
with a huff, Wei Ying steps close, reaches out to take the robe. considers arguing again, but instead just gives a soft smile.]
Ah Lan Zhan, are you trying to spoil me with all this attention? [ he voice doesn't hold its usual humour, instead, he sounds almost wistful.] Mmmm, we should go, shouldn't we.
with a huff, Wei Ying steps close, reaches out to take the robe. considers arguing again, but instead just gives a soft smile.]
Ah Lan Zhan, are you trying to spoil me with all this attention? [ he voice doesn't hold its usual humour, instead, he sounds almost wistful.] Mmmm, we should go, shouldn't we.
Edited (how many times can i fuck up one tag) 2019-12-25 01:27 (UTC)
[Lan Wangji looks away, slightly off into the middle distance at Wei Ying's response because that persistence led to the friendship they have now. No one else has had nearly the patience to deal with constant cold. Xichen encouraged Wangji to make friends and yet the only companion he spent much time with was Wei Ying.
When fingers tug on his robes, Wangji turns back toward Wei Ying, heart pounding at the sudden lack of distance. His ears pinken as he presses his lips into a line.] Help what?
[Because he wants to make sure what ground they're standing on before he does anything else.Please let it be kissing.]
When fingers tug on his robes, Wangji turns back toward Wei Ying, heart pounding at the sudden lack of distance. His ears pinken as he presses his lips into a line.] Help what?
[Because he wants to make sure what ground they're standing on before he does anything else.
[Wangji sees that moment of hesitation when Wei Ying steps close, expects an argument but receives none. With another soft quirk of his lips, he assists in draping the robe over Wei Ying's shoulders, fingers trailing along the delicate beading and filigree. Beautiful, really. Both the robe and Wei Ying. It's a shame that such a garment is being worn for a funeral and not a happier occasion.
His gaze flicks back up to Wei Ying at the question, but doesn't answer it. The truth is still too painful to speak, too raw, too dangerous. Instead, he focuses on the task at hand.] Yes.
[Nothing can last forever.]
His gaze flicks back up to Wei Ying at the question, but doesn't answer it. The truth is still too painful to speak, too raw, too dangerous. Instead, he focuses on the task at hand.] Yes.
[Nothing can last forever.]
[ there is a flicker of surprise when Lan Zhan helps him with the robe, helps him pull it over the deep crimson he usually wears, the contrast so very different from his usual dark grey and black. it is-- nice. whether he means the robe or the closeness with Lan Zhan isn't clear to even himself.
for a moment, Wei Ying just stands there eyes lingering on the folds of the robe, the delicate details around his chest, fingers coming up to trail against them lightly, before a faint smile flickers across his face. he shakes it off though, shakes off the feeling of something else, before turning to Lan Zhan and linking their arms.
it feels right, to tug Lan Zhan along, even if he doesn't have to.]
Come, we don't want to be late. Though I am sure they would expect such a thing from me, best not to tarnish your image.
for a moment, Wei Ying just stands there eyes lingering on the folds of the robe, the delicate details around his chest, fingers coming up to trail against them lightly, before a faint smile flickers across his face. he shakes it off though, shakes off the feeling of something else, before turning to Lan Zhan and linking their arms.
it feels right, to tug Lan Zhan along, even if he doesn't have to.]
Come, we don't want to be late. Though I am sure they would expect such a thing from me, best not to tarnish your image.
Help you with kissing, obviously.
[ he says it shamelessly, and like he has so much experience himself that he might be able to impart such wisdom onto others. well, as far as anyone was concerned, he did have experience. he was incredibly good at faking it after all, and really, he seriously doubts that Lan Zhan is actually going to let him kiss him.
in fact he is confused as to how he has not drawn Bichen just yet. or thrown him out physically, Wei Ying is fairly sure that he could.
(doesn't question why he is pushing this so much, why he almost wants to try. wants to kiss Lan Zhan. oh gods, he wants to kiss Lan Zhan.)
one moment, Wei Ying might just be freezing on the spot, fingers curled in Lan Zhan's robes while he tries to process that thought.]
[ he says it shamelessly, and like he has so much experience himself that he might be able to impart such wisdom onto others. well, as far as anyone was concerned, he did have experience. he was incredibly good at faking it after all, and really, he seriously doubts that Lan Zhan is actually going to let him kiss him.
in fact he is confused as to how he has not drawn Bichen just yet. or thrown him out physically, Wei Ying is fairly sure that he could.
(doesn't question why he is pushing this so much, why he almost wants to try. wants to kiss Lan Zhan. oh gods, he wants to kiss Lan Zhan.)
one moment, Wei Ying might just be freezing on the spot, fingers curled in Lan Zhan's robes while he tries to process that thought.]
[Wangji should probably look away, but Wei Ying is so breathtakingly beautiful in this robe that he can't tell himself to part his eyes from the sight. The filigree detail accents Wei Ying's jaw, draws Wangji's gaze up to his lips. Stunning, really. His heart swells in his chest, his limbs compel him to do something, anything, but then the moment passes. Wei Ying, instead, links their arms, takes the action, and Wangji allows himself to be pulled along.
A small smile quirks the edges of his lips as he grabs Bichen on the way out.] It is your acquaintance.
[His reputation will suffer no loss, even if he were late, but it's best to be respectful.]
A small smile quirks the edges of his lips as he grabs Bichen on the way out.] It is your acquaintance.
[His reputation will suffer no loss, even if he were late, but it's best to be respectful.]
[the wait is almost as deadly as the implication of the fingers curled in wangji's robes. that drop of sweat winds down along his jaw and slips beneath his collar, sending a chill dancing down his spine. he expects wei ying to continue- wants him to for the pit in his stomach- but wei ying freezes.
and so does wangji. his heart stops in his chest, his lips part with his heavy breath, his eyes focus entirely on wei ying's face.
maybe- maybe wei ying really doesn't want to kiss him. maybe this teasing has once again led to the inevitable conclusion. hanguang jun has once again been too stiff, too unlikable. xichen advised him to make friends, but- but what if he was simply not someone worthy of having a friend? maybe ever?
finally, he glances down and away. lips returning to a thin line. he should have known this was all for play.]
and so does wangji. his heart stops in his chest, his lips part with his heavy breath, his eyes focus entirely on wei ying's face.
maybe- maybe wei ying really doesn't want to kiss him. maybe this teasing has once again led to the inevitable conclusion. hanguang jun has once again been too stiff, too unlikable. xichen advised him to make friends, but- but what if he was simply not someone worthy of having a friend? maybe ever?
finally, he glances down and away. lips returning to a thin line. he should have known this was all for play.]
[ 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.
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.
[ 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?
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?
[ 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?
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?
[ oh Wei Ying is not playing, not this time. he is just processing. well, maybe processing is a bit much of a word, he is coming to terms with the fact that nearly everything he has done up to this point in his life has been to get Lan Zhan's attention. well, not everything, but everything that he has done so far within Cloud Recesses and beyond. he teases and taunts and is loud so that Lan Zhan will look at him. because he wants those eyes on him and only him and he wants to kiss Lan Zhan and no one else and--
he really really does not want to teach Lan Zhan how to kiss other people. that thought makes him feel sick to his stomach.
making a little noise that is a terrible mix of so many, Wei Ying nearly falls onto the table when he suddenly realizes that he needs to breathe and not just-- stare at Lan Zhan. who is now frowning and no no no that is not what he wants at all. Wei Ying moves so that he is on his knees beside Lan Zhan, fingers still curled in his robe as he opens his mouth and closes it a few times. he looks lost for a moment, before:]
Lan Zhan-- Can I-- are you sure it's okay I kiss you?
[ he sounds unsure of himself. because as much as he doesn't want to teach you how to kiss other people if this is the only chance he gets, he is going to take it. ]
he really really does not want to teach Lan Zhan how to kiss other people. that thought makes him feel sick to his stomach.
making a little noise that is a terrible mix of so many, Wei Ying nearly falls onto the table when he suddenly realizes that he needs to breathe and not just-- stare at Lan Zhan. who is now frowning and no no no that is not what he wants at all. Wei Ying moves so that he is on his knees beside Lan Zhan, fingers still curled in his robe as he opens his mouth and closes it a few times. he looks lost for a moment, before:]
Lan Zhan-- Can I-- are you sure it's okay I kiss you?
[ he sounds unsure of himself. because as much as he doesn't want to teach you how to kiss other people if this is the only chance he gets, he is going to take it. ]
[ something lingers in the air between them, crackles like lighting before a storm, has Wei Ying caught on the lines of then and now and could be. he should do something, he knows that, but he doesn't know what he should do. so he just pulls Lan Zhan along, maybe holds him a little tighter, a little closer, than he might usually.
and if his fingers curl around Lan Zhan's wrist, fingertips against the thin skin there, well that's just for him.]
Ah it is, but they expect such absurdity from the Yiling Patriarch at this point. Perhaps they do not expect me at all, but I would still like to pay my respects.
and if his fingers curl around Lan Zhan's wrist, fingertips against the thin skin there, well that's just for him.]
Ah it is, but they expect such absurdity from the Yiling Patriarch at this point. Perhaps they do not expect me at all, but I would still like to pay my respects.
[ 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.
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.
[ 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.
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.
[ 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.
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.
[ There may be a universe where Wangji doesn't feel the depth of feelings he feels now. Maybe - he would find it hard to believe if he was told such a thing, but it is possible. However, it is not the universe they live in, and it will never be,
When Wei Ying kisses him, Wangji chases his lips, his heart beating so loud it feels like it's about to crack his chest open, but in the very best way. The only way he ever wants to know. ]
I have not told Sizhui about this, [ he says softly between the two of them. ] I wanted us to tell him together if you said yes.
[ Then, he smiles bigger, one of the rarest of his smiles, full blown, exposing his teeth. ]
But first, you and I can celebrate. You dropped your ice-cream.
When Wei Ying kisses him, Wangji chases his lips, his heart beating so loud it feels like it's about to crack his chest open, but in the very best way. The only way he ever wants to know. ]
I have not told Sizhui about this, [ he says softly between the two of them. ] I wanted us to tell him together if you said yes.
[ Then, he smiles bigger, one of the rarest of his smiles, full blown, exposing his teeth. ]
But first, you and I can celebrate. You dropped your ice-cream.
[ Wei Ying's heart beats just as loud, just as strong against his ribs. makes him feel like he ran a marathon, the elation is there as well, he feels like he is on top of the world right now. even while the cold seeps into his legs, all he can feel is the warmth of Wangji right here before him, the weight of his words on his shoulders and the new weight of precious metal against his finger.
his laughter is hard to contain, as are the kisses he peppers along the skin of Lan Zhan's neck and jaw.] If I said yes, you are-- god Wangji there is no one else on this earth that I would ever want to be with, no one else in this universe I am sure. So yeah, we can tell Sizhui together.
[ he cups his hands around Wangji's jaw, presses their forehead's together and tries to imprint this memory, the joy on Wangji's face, to memory forever. ]
I don't need more ice cream, I would much rather do this celebrating you speak of.
his laughter is hard to contain, as are the kisses he peppers along the skin of Lan Zhan's neck and jaw.] If I said yes, you are-- god Wangji there is no one else on this earth that I would ever want to be with, no one else in this universe I am sure. So yeah, we can tell Sizhui together.
[ he cups his hands around Wangji's jaw, presses their forehead's together and tries to imprint this memory, the joy on Wangji's face, to memory forever. ]
I don't need more ice cream, I would much rather do this celebrating you speak of.
[ With careful movements, Wangji maneuvers them to stand once more, pressed together like they are the only people in the street, the city - the entire world. They're right under a lamplight, and the overhead light makes Wei Ying look like he's glowing, beautiful - so beautiful.
His hands framing Wei Ying's face, Wangji shakes his head. ] You could have a million reasons to say no. Or not yet. But - I'm glad you didn't. I'm glad you said yes.
[ Another smile, and then he's pulling Wei Ying into a kiss, a proper one, not caring that there are passer-bys, that they're not completely alone. He's not one for PDA, but in some instances, he truly doesn't care.
Afterwards, he stays close, the toes of their boots touching. ]
And what do you think I mean by celebrating?
His hands framing Wei Ying's face, Wangji shakes his head. ] You could have a million reasons to say no. Or not yet. But - I'm glad you didn't. I'm glad you said yes.
[ Another smile, and then he's pulling Wei Ying into a kiss, a proper one, not caring that there are passer-bys, that they're not completely alone. He's not one for PDA, but in some instances, he truly doesn't care.
Afterwards, he stays close, the toes of their boots touching. ]
And what do you think I mean by celebrating?
Ah, Lan Wangji, I only have a million reasons to say yes.
[ Wei Ying moves easily, happy to stand with Wangji as long as he wants, wrapped around him with the world fading. because this was all that mattered to him, Lan Wangji with his arms around him and smile on his face. Wei Ying will do whatever he can to keep that smile on Wangji's face, for as long as he can. makes it a personal mission.
and if kissing him in the middle of the street is one way to do that, then so be it. that is what Wei Ying will do. not that he cares about public displays of affection, more than happy to let Wangji do whatever he wants whenever he wants. wants to show off to the world that this beautiful man has chosen him to bestow his affections upon. his laughter is light against Wangji's lips as he lingers, arms sliding around Wangji's waist to keep him close while the smile on his face turns wicked. ]
Well, husband to be, I can think of a few things that might be great celebration. But I dare not be presumptuous.
[ teasing, perhaps. which is the route his goes, leaning in and pressing a kiss against the hollow of Wangji's throat before nosing to the collar of his sweater beneath. ]
[ Wei Ying moves easily, happy to stand with Wangji as long as he wants, wrapped around him with the world fading. because this was all that mattered to him, Lan Wangji with his arms around him and smile on his face. Wei Ying will do whatever he can to keep that smile on Wangji's face, for as long as he can. makes it a personal mission.
and if kissing him in the middle of the street is one way to do that, then so be it. that is what Wei Ying will do. not that he cares about public displays of affection, more than happy to let Wangji do whatever he wants whenever he wants. wants to show off to the world that this beautiful man has chosen him to bestow his affections upon. his laughter is light against Wangji's lips as he lingers, arms sliding around Wangji's waist to keep him close while the smile on his face turns wicked. ]
Well, husband to be, I can think of a few things that might be great celebration. But I dare not be presumptuous.
[ teasing, perhaps. which is the route his goes, leaning in and pressing a kiss against the hollow of Wangji's throat before nosing to the collar of his sweater beneath. ]
Did you suspect it? Expect it?
[ The proposal, he means. Wangji feels like it's been a long time coming, an inevitability for him, who did like convention to the extent, who did like to do the right thing, and who wants to give himself, and Sizhui, a proper family.
Wei Ying is an intrinsic part of family now, to Wangji.
At the kisses and words, Wangji huffs out a soft laugh, and then tips his head to the side a tiny bit, moving his hands to curl them into the back of Wei Ying's jacket. ]
At this point, I think you can dare to be presumptuous. And also, we probably should take this home.
[ The proposal, he means. Wangji feels like it's been a long time coming, an inevitability for him, who did like convention to the extent, who did like to do the right thing, and who wants to give himself, and Sizhui, a proper family.
Wei Ying is an intrinsic part of family now, to Wangji.
At the kisses and words, Wangji huffs out a soft laugh, and then tips his head to the side a tiny bit, moving his hands to curl them into the back of Wei Ying's jacket. ]
At this point, I think you can dare to be presumptuous. And also, we probably should take this home.
Mmm, no, not at all.
[ did he expect it? not at all. that wasn't to say he didn't want it, or that he was honestly all that surprised by it either, because it didn't quite work that way in his heart. he never expected Wangji to propose, but it is not surprising to him that he did. he also wanted to part of Wangji's family, has for a long while, he just-- didn't think that he would get it. not like this.
this is perfect though.
Wei Ying smiles, all the more radiant when Wangji curls his fingers in his jacket. tells him they should go home. he agrees, presses one more kiss to Wangji's lips before he takes a step back, just enough. ] You think so? Ah, Wangji, home sounds good. Fantastic even, you can tell me how you wish to celebrate on the way back, see if they are better than my own ideas.
[ did he expect it? not at all. that wasn't to say he didn't want it, or that he was honestly all that surprised by it either, because it didn't quite work that way in his heart. he never expected Wangji to propose, but it is not surprising to him that he did. he also wanted to part of Wangji's family, has for a long while, he just-- didn't think that he would get it. not like this.
this is perfect though.
Wei Ying smiles, all the more radiant when Wangji curls his fingers in his jacket. tells him they should go home. he agrees, presses one more kiss to Wangji's lips before he takes a step back, just enough. ] You think so? Ah, Wangji, home sounds good. Fantastic even, you can tell me how you wish to celebrate on the way back, see if they are better than my own ideas.
No? Oh. [ That's surprising, to Wangji, who truly thinks he wasn't really all that subtle about any of it. But it's nice, too, to know that Wei Ying still can get surprised by Wangji. ]
Well. I'm glad.
[ He lets out a little satisfied noise, before he starts walking again, but this time, a lot more determined, a lot faster than they were earlier. He keeps his hand tight around Wei Ying, pulling him towards the car park they left the car at.
And once they're back at the car, only then does Wangji allow himself to pull Wei Ying into another kiss, but this one longer, harder than the one earlier was. Full of untold desire. ]
We're getting married, [ he whispers against Wei Ying's lips as he crowds him against the side of the car, not having made it inside just yet, too impatient. ]
Well. I'm glad.
[ He lets out a little satisfied noise, before he starts walking again, but this time, a lot more determined, a lot faster than they were earlier. He keeps his hand tight around Wei Ying, pulling him towards the car park they left the car at.
And once they're back at the car, only then does Wangji allow himself to pull Wei Ying into another kiss, but this one longer, harder than the one earlier was. Full of untold desire. ]
We're getting married, [ he whispers against Wei Ying's lips as he crowds him against the side of the car, not having made it inside just yet, too impatient. ]
[ this was something that Wei Ying really could only have dreamed of before. even in the beginning, when he and Wangji were just dating (and barely at that) he felt as if he was home. at peace. that with Wangji there was nothing that he would ever want for again as long as he was able to stay by his side. this was the logical conclusion but-- at the same time it wasn't what Wei Ying saw coming.
following along with Wangji as they make their way back to the car, Wei Ying finds himself laughing. their fingers are tangled and he just wants to yell as loud as he can how this amazing man has decided that he wants to be with him forever. how this man is his and his alone and--]
Wangji--!
[ his laughter is smothered into the kiss, turns into a moan at the hunger he can feel burning between them. it is always there, the desire and want, but there are times when Wei Ying is certain that it will consume him. and with the way Wangji is kissing him now, the way he crowds against him and holds him like this, it certainly feels like one of those times. he slides his hands around Wangji's shoulders, fingers at the nape of his neck to keep him close, licks into Wangji's mouth and shivers.
the kiss doesn't really break, but Wei Ying speaks quietly against his lips.] Mmm, we are. Will get to call you mine and show you off to everyone soon enough.
following along with Wangji as they make their way back to the car, Wei Ying finds himself laughing. their fingers are tangled and he just wants to yell as loud as he can how this amazing man has decided that he wants to be with him forever. how this man is his and his alone and--]
Wangji--!
[ his laughter is smothered into the kiss, turns into a moan at the hunger he can feel burning between them. it is always there, the desire and want, but there are times when Wei Ying is certain that it will consume him. and with the way Wangji is kissing him now, the way he crowds against him and holds him like this, it certainly feels like one of those times. he slides his hands around Wangji's shoulders, fingers at the nape of his neck to keep him close, licks into Wangji's mouth and shivers.
the kiss doesn't really break, but Wei Ying speaks quietly against his lips.] Mmm, we are. Will get to call you mine and show you off to everyone soon enough.
[ Maybe it simply was the way they'd been raised. Wangji had grown in the shade of discipline and tradition, and despite shaking some of it off over the years, despite his uncle's disapproval in the most important choices Wangji made - namely, Sizhui, and Wei Ying - Wangji still had a desire to comply with some tradition.
And he likes the idea of being married. Of knowing that Wei Ying is his, fully and entirely. Not that Wangji believes he's not, right now, but he likes the promise. he likes the commitment. He likes the heft of it and what it means.
He smiles a little into the kiss, knowing it's unlike him to do such a thing in public, once again. Twice in one night is really out there, for Lan Wangji, but he is jubilant, right now, and he can't quite hide it.
When they pull back, just enough to talk, Wangji huffs a breath of laughter. ]
You can already do that.
[ And, truly, Wei Ying can, and has in the past. But soon enough, he'll be able to call Wangji husband, and Wangji will be able to call Wei Ying the same, and that, that changes things.
Freeing a hand, Wangji opens the passenger door of the car, to let Wei Ying inside. ]
We should get going before we make a scene here.
And he likes the idea of being married. Of knowing that Wei Ying is his, fully and entirely. Not that Wangji believes he's not, right now, but he likes the promise. he likes the commitment. He likes the heft of it and what it means.
He smiles a little into the kiss, knowing it's unlike him to do such a thing in public, once again. Twice in one night is really out there, for Lan Wangji, but he is jubilant, right now, and he can't quite hide it.
When they pull back, just enough to talk, Wangji huffs a breath of laughter. ]
You can already do that.
[ And, truly, Wei Ying can, and has in the past. But soon enough, he'll be able to call Wangji husband, and Wangji will be able to call Wei Ying the same, and that, that changes things.
Freeing a hand, Wangji opens the passenger door of the car, to let Wei Ying inside. ]
We should get going before we make a scene here.
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