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[ tradition was something that Wei Ying never really had any inclination to follow, he would respect it when it was to be respected but it wasn't something he went after. but to marry Lan Wangji? that was something he could look forward to. something that he would adore and fight for if the need be. he is aware that there are those that do not like his relationship with Wangji, but-- well that just meant that Wei Ying had to prove them wrong. prove that he was the best possible match for Wangji.
he likes to think that him being able to make Wangji smile the way he is right now, the way he will laugh against his lips while still pressed close means that he is. that this is something perfect. Wei Ying keeps smiling, even as he chases Wangji's lips. seeing if he can make it three times he can kiss the other before they are in the car.]
Hmmm, you're right I can. Just as you can call me yours, but I think being able to say 'this is my husband, Lan Wangji' has quite a nice ring to it, don't you think?
[ clearly Wei Ying likes the sound of it, even if he does slide into the car (not without one last pack, to the corner of Wangji's lips).]
I am all for making a scene, you must know this by now, but-- home sounds better.
he likes to think that him being able to make Wangji smile the way he is right now, the way he will laugh against his lips while still pressed close means that he is. that this is something perfect. Wei Ying keeps smiling, even as he chases Wangji's lips. seeing if he can make it three times he can kiss the other before they are in the car.]
Hmmm, you're right I can. Just as you can call me yours, but I think being able to say 'this is my husband, Lan Wangji' has quite a nice ring to it, don't you think?
[ clearly Wei Ying likes the sound of it, even if he does slide into the car (not without one last pack, to the corner of Wangji's lips).]
I am all for making a scene, you must know this by now, but-- home sounds better.
[ There would be times where he would have to respect it, if he's to join the Lan family. That makes Wangji wonder - will Wei Ying want to change his name? Expect Wangji to change his own? They can both keep their names, but Wangji would like to keep the same family name as Sizhui.
Little things. Little things they'll have to talk about, make sure they're both happy with everything. Together. ]
Mn. [ It does have a nice ring to it, that much is true. It makes Wangji feel warm, from head to toe, his ears feeling hot. He hums again when Wei Ying kisses him again and slips into the car, Wangji closing the door behind him.
He walks over to the driver's seat and settles in, taking his time. ]
You know I don't mind if you cause a scene, but some things I'd rather keep to myself.
Little things. Little things they'll have to talk about, make sure they're both happy with everything. Together. ]
Mn. [ It does have a nice ring to it, that much is true. It makes Wangji feel warm, from head to toe, his ears feeling hot. He hums again when Wei Ying kisses him again and slips into the car, Wangji closing the door behind him.
He walks over to the driver's seat and settles in, taking his time. ]
You know I don't mind if you cause a scene, but some things I'd rather keep to myself.
[ those are all details that have not even begun to develop in Wi Ying's mind, right now he is caught up in the idea that Lan Wangji wants to marry him. that he wants to have Wei Ying in a way that is so very meaningful. there were some that would look down on the idea of marriage, and more that would argue it no longer meant forever, but for Wei Ying-- it was forever. with Lan Wangji, it was forever.
Wei Ying is still laughing as the door closes, as Wangji moves around to the other side of the car to slide in himself. as soon as he is settled, Wei Ying finds his hand and tangles their fingers together, squeezing.]
Some things you like keeping to yourself? Like what, Wangji? Do you think I am so shameless I would let you bend me over the hood of the car? [ he feigns innocence for a beat, eyes wide before it falls off and he grins.] Because you're right, I am shameless enough for that.
[ it was a thing he is sure would never happen, not with how controlled Wangji usually was outside of the home, but Wei Ying still liked to tease. ]
Wei Ying is still laughing as the door closes, as Wangji moves around to the other side of the car to slide in himself. as soon as he is settled, Wei Ying finds his hand and tangles their fingers together, squeezing.]
Some things you like keeping to yourself? Like what, Wangji? Do you think I am so shameless I would let you bend me over the hood of the car? [ he feigns innocence for a beat, eyes wide before it falls off and he grins.] Because you're right, I am shameless enough for that.
[ it was a thing he is sure would never happen, not with how controlled Wangji usually was outside of the home, but Wei Ying still liked to tease. ]
[ That's the part Wangji is good at - thinking things through. He's already laid out quite a number of thoughts and contingency plans before he even proposed, lying awake in bed in the middle of the night thinking about it. He's not one to lose sleep over much, so he knew that this was bound to be one of most important things he was ever going to do.
Now, does he wish he'd had a more grandiose plan? Maybe, a little. But it's the result that matters the most.
Amused, he nods at Wei Ying's words, driving out of the parking lot. ]
I know you are. And it's a tempting thought, too, if we had a private garage. Maybe, if we end up buying a house one day.
[ Because why wouldn't they? Wangji says the words less as a question and more as a possibility, suddenly thinking about it. ]
It'd be nicer than the apartment. [ Even with Wei Ying having brought life to it, the apartment still often feel sterile, and it's not a place they decided on together, it's a place that Wei Ying made into his home after the fact. He deserves to choose, too. ]
Now, does he wish he'd had a more grandiose plan? Maybe, a little. But it's the result that matters the most.
Amused, he nods at Wei Ying's words, driving out of the parking lot. ]
I know you are. And it's a tempting thought, too, if we had a private garage. Maybe, if we end up buying a house one day.
[ Because why wouldn't they? Wangji says the words less as a question and more as a possibility, suddenly thinking about it. ]
It'd be nicer than the apartment. [ Even with Wei Ying having brought life to it, the apartment still often feel sterile, and it's not a place they decided on together, it's a place that Wei Ying made into his home after the fact. He deserves to choose, too. ]
[ this was perfect if you were to ask Wei Ying, he could ask for no better of a proposal. and he will probably preface the story as such when he tells his siblings, when he tells anyone who might sit still enough to ask really.
settling against the seat, Wei Ying laughs, smiles over at Wangji and has a comment about maybe next time they go out on his lips when what is being said actually sinks it. yes, yes Wangji did just propose to him, they are getting married and it's forever and he knows that, but-- something about Wangji talking about getting a house, that he wants that with Wei Ying, has his breath catching in his throat.]
Lan Zhan.... you are so fucking perfect.
[ the words are awed, hushed and soft and marked by a squeeze of his fingers.]
... we could have a back yard and make a garden. Outdoor enclosure for the rabbits. Maybe enough room for a little lotus pond.
[ what he isn't planning it in his head right now. no. nope. not at all. ]
settling against the seat, Wei Ying laughs, smiles over at Wangji and has a comment about maybe next time they go out on his lips when what is being said actually sinks it. yes, yes Wangji did just propose to him, they are getting married and it's forever and he knows that, but-- something about Wangji talking about getting a house, that he wants that with Wei Ying, has his breath catching in his throat.]
Lan Zhan.... you are so fucking perfect.
[ the words are awed, hushed and soft and marked by a squeeze of his fingers.]
... we could have a back yard and make a garden. Outdoor enclosure for the rabbits. Maybe enough room for a little lotus pond.
[ what he isn't planning it in his head right now. no. nope. not at all. ]
[ Wangji can easily imagine, twenty years from now, Wei Ying retelling the story for the umpteenth time, to anyone who would be willing to listen. To grand-children, maybe.
The thought warms Wangji's heart.
Despite everything, through it all, Wangji blinks in surprise at Wei Ying's words. He does not consider himself perfect in any way, shape, or form. ]
What did I do?
[ But then it clicks - he's never mentioned having thought of a house before, has he? It felt natural to him, but it's the first time he's talking about it to Wei Ying, and he doesn't know if it's something that Wei Ying is even considering, until he starts talking.
He's definitely considering it. Wangji's surprised looks turns into soft fondness as he drives. ]
We'd definitely need a garden. Of course, we need to consult Sizhui, but I think we could move out of the city. We could even build something, if we wanted.
The thought warms Wangji's heart.
Despite everything, through it all, Wangji blinks in surprise at Wei Ying's words. He does not consider himself perfect in any way, shape, or form. ]
What did I do?
[ But then it clicks - he's never mentioned having thought of a house before, has he? It felt natural to him, but it's the first time he's talking about it to Wei Ying, and he doesn't know if it's something that Wei Ying is even considering, until he starts talking.
He's definitely considering it. Wangji's surprised looks turns into soft fondness as he drives. ]
We'd definitely need a garden. Of course, we need to consult Sizhui, but I think we could move out of the city. We could even build something, if we wanted.
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.
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.
Edited 2020-01-22 23:01 (UTC)
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.
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.
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?"
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?"
[ for a moment, Wei Ying just sits there with his fingers tangled with Wangji's and watches his profile with more than a little bit of awe. there are times, like this, when he really has no idea how someone like Wangji decided he wanted to be with someone like himself. how someone who was so-- so full of adoration and kindness might settle for someone like Wei Ying. he knows that if he ever said that, Wangji would probably tie him to a chair and recite what he perceives to be his virtues but--
well, the thought still comes once in a while.
but he is getting better at knowing that no matter what, no matter what flaws the two of them possessed, they would never dull just how much devotion was there. Wei Ying squeezes Wangji's fingers again and laughs.]
You love me.
[ it sounds sure. it isn't a question (hasn't been a question ever, actually) which is why it is so easy for him to see this future with Wangji. can see them moving to somewhere a little quieter. can see everything unfolding before them so so easily. because anything with Wangji at his side would be easy.]
Mmm, we could. A place with more property than house, maybe?
well, the thought still comes once in a while.
but he is getting better at knowing that no matter what, no matter what flaws the two of them possessed, they would never dull just how much devotion was there. Wei Ying squeezes Wangji's fingers again and laughs.]
You love me.
[ it sounds sure. it isn't a question (hasn't been a question ever, actually) which is why it is so easy for him to see this future with Wangji. can see them moving to somewhere a little quieter. can see everything unfolding before them so so easily. because anything with Wangji at his side would be easy.]
Mmm, we could. A place with more property than house, maybe?
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."
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."
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.
"I don't want to sleep." After a moment, his head dropping back against the wall, eyes closing.
[wangji settles himself at last. his heartbeat steadies and slows, his fingers fold at his waist. this has just been another game, another teasing glance, another whisper of something he cannot have. to have wei ying sit so close, fingers curled in his robe, and the gesture mean nothing is heartbreaking. but he has faced rejection before, he has knelt in the cold waiting before.
he should have expected.
the noise that rises from wei ying is unexpected and wangji looks up to meet the gaze so firmly set on him. wei ying seems lost, uncertain, so unlike his usual self.
and then the question comes.
all of a sudden life breathes back into wangji, his heartbeat pounds once more, his hands fight to stay neatly folded where they should stay. but he can't help it. he has wanted to do something, anything, with wei ying since the lanterns. he knew he wanted to protect wei ying with his life and guard himand love him. now he has this chance and he will not waste it.
wangji allows his hands to rise to wei ying's, to close around them with a gentle squeeze.]
Yes.
he should have expected.
the noise that rises from wei ying is unexpected and wangji looks up to meet the gaze so firmly set on him. wei ying seems lost, uncertain, so unlike his usual self.
and then the question comes.
all of a sudden life breathes back into wangji, his heartbeat pounds once more, his hands fight to stay neatly folded where they should stay. but he can't help it. he has wanted to do something, anything, with wei ying since the lanterns. he knew he wanted to protect wei ying with his life and guard him
wangji allows his hands to rise to wei ying's, to close around them with a gentle squeeze.]
Yes.
[ Wangji could write a book about Wei Ying's virtues and qualities. They're not perceived, they're here and real and Wangji sees them every day, discovers new ones regularly.
Wangji, in comparison, is pretty cut-and-dry. Out of the two of them, he's the one that's lucky that Wei Ying stayed, that he wanted to be with him. Considering that Wangji has all his rules and his ways to live and he's boring and works so much. Wei Ying could have had enough of it very quickly, and Wangji is lucky he didn't.
Wangji swipes his thumb over Wei Ying's knuckles. ]
I do. Very much so.
[ If there's something Wei Ying is sure of, that's that. Wangji focuses on the road for a bit, driving them with his usual care for the laws.
He smiles, raising an eyebrow. ]
What would you want to do with the land, my love? [ Not a term of endearment he uses very often - he doesn't really uses any very often - but under the circumstances, it feels right, slipping out of his mouth without thought. ]
Wangji, in comparison, is pretty cut-and-dry. Out of the two of them, he's the one that's lucky that Wei Ying stayed, that he wanted to be with him. Considering that Wangji has all his rules and his ways to live and he's boring and works so much. Wei Ying could have had enough of it very quickly, and Wangji is lucky he didn't.
Wangji swipes his thumb over Wei Ying's knuckles. ]
I do. Very much so.
[ If there's something Wei Ying is sure of, that's that. Wangji focuses on the road for a bit, driving them with his usual care for the laws.
He smiles, raising an eyebrow. ]
What would you want to do with the land, my love? [ Not a term of endearment he uses very often - he doesn't really uses any very often - but under the circumstances, it feels right, slipping out of his mouth without thought. ]
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.
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.
[Wangji has long since passed the point of caring who might see the the two of them like this: close, drawn in, touching. The fingertips resting against the soft skin of his wrist do not bother him. Much the opposite, such an embrace comforts Wangji, reminds him that Wei Ying is here and present and not dancing out of reach. Some may consider him controlling, but after his lifetime, he would rather embrace Wei Ying every day than chance time apart.
The journey to Yiling is such an example. Others may see the task as frivolous, but Wangji would not pass it up.
He shifts his grip just enough to barely touch Wei Ying's fingers with his own, to hold him steady and provide a pillar of support.] All the better to subvert their expectations.
The journey to Yiling is such an example. Others may see the task as frivolous, but Wangji would not pass it up.
He shifts his grip just enough to barely touch Wei Ying's fingers with his own, to hold him steady and provide a pillar of support.] All the better to subvert their expectations.
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