[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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?
[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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?
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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. ]