[mostly because he believes his feelings to be unrequited, because this playing makes him angry, this useless flirting that means nothing to wei ying but means something to wang ji.]
[ why are you doing this to him. being ignored by you is by far the worst possible thing for Wei Ying.
Wei Ying doesn't mean to play, to tease or torment not to the point where it causes actual distress. he is stupid, not cruel (though there are times perhaps, between the two of them, that there is little difference). Wei Ying doesn't quite understand why he is so desperate for Lan Zhan's attention, for his reactions no matter positive or negative, but he is. all he knows is that he wants Lan Zhan's eyes on him, whether it is to praise him or berate him.]
[wang ji doesn't understand wei ying's constant need to play and poke, to take an act like that so lightly. then again, in wang ji's eyes wei ying flirts with everyone and everything under the sun, so he should not be surprised that wei ying has wordly experience where wang ji has none.
it would be good to learn something. and. perhaps. scratch this itch that has been strangling him for days.
or perhaps that's just wei ying in his dreams.
no. don't think about such things.]
["Overthinking Everything In His Life" at 7:21 pm.]
[ ah see, but Wei Ying does flirt with everyone and everything. well, no, not really. he is partial to very pretty things, of which Lan Zhan is certainly a pretty thing, but that did not mean that he had any experience. while he might not act as such, Wei Ying had not managed to even have his first kiss. he enjoyed flirting, yes, but actively moring beyond that never really interested him.
so is he bullshitting you entirely, Lan Zhan? yes. yes, he is.
hope you were waiting for a low drawn-out call of your name from just outside the door.]
[wang ji continues to consider a response. how best to ask for help in learning something he knows nothing about from someone who seems to know everything on the subject. wang ji lauds expertise but wei ying is different.
this is not something he would want wei ying to be an expert.
the knock at the door surprises wang ji. he should have heard wei ying's footsteps, but he was so lost in his reflection--
no matter. he supposes wei ying has come to flirt with him meaninglessly again.]
[ the only real advice that he might be able to give is to read some of the pornography books that you seem so hell-bent on ripping up, since that is where Wuxian has managed to get most of his so-called 'experience' from. that coupled with 'fake it until you make it' that is.
if Wuxian is surprised that you tell him to enter, he hides it as he opens the door and peers around, fingers curling against door and eyes wide.
almost like he expects you to throw something at him. ]
Lan Zhan! [ about the peace you were enjoying. ] Were you really just going to ignore me, Lan-er gege?
[ look at the pout he has on for this. how wounded he is by the lack of your attention. ]
[lucky for wu xian there is nothing being thrown; wang ji is so focused on his thoughts to think of anything like that. he looks up and finds himself immediately regretting his decision to let wu xian in. ge-ge. how can wu xian talk about those acts and then call him gege.
[ he says it exactly for that barely-there twitch of your brows that makes his own lips twitch in response. perfect. your attention is his!]
But why! I was just looking for an answer, Lan Zhan.
[ Wei Ying fights the smile that wants to bloom on his face to replace the pout, a natural reaction it seems when he is around Lan Zhan, and sits himself (sprawls, limbs askew and elbow on the table in a fashion that is not at all proprietary) far too close. well, at least he is sure that Lan Zhan will think it too close.]
that is wang ji follows wu xian with his gaze until he sits improperly and far too close for wang ji's liking. he collects his reading from the table to sit on the opposite side. space would do him good until he could forget the message that started this whole debacle.]
[ excuse you he is the best kind. he is fun and loud and brilliant and adventurous and-- yeah okay maybe the worst kind for someone in the Lan Sect.
the pout only deepens as Lan Zhan moves away from him, puts more space between them. Wei Ying shouldn't be surprised, being close was one of those things that they looked down upon after all, but still-- ]
Lan Zhan why are you sitting so far away, are you upset I didn't sit in your lap? I can, you know, I just thought you might like some time to think about it.
[wELL BUDDY Wang Ji's gaze snaps up in an instant, sharp as a blade. This-- This is the flirting he so despises. Because he knows wu xian must offer these things to everyone, to pretty women and him alike. He can blame his anger on principles, on violating the rules, but his heart speaks otherwise.
[ sorry Wang Ji, he has no idea what he is saying is even registering beyond annoyance. he says it because he wants the attention, wants Wang Ji to turn his eyes towards him whether it is because he is annoyed or because he is endeared doesn't matter to him (or maybe it does, but he is still so sure that Wang Ji barely tolerates him so the former often seems easier to achieve).
Wei Ying might flirt with every pretty thing (of which Wang Ji is certainly a part of) but he would probably rescind his claims in a heartbeat if he was called to act.
except with Lan Zhan. with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Wei Ying half folds himself into an acceptable position before leaning on the table, chin in hand, eyes on Lan Zhan and smile barely on his lips.]
Ah Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, don't worry I won't make you sit improperly. I will ask why you are being so mean to me though.
it's strangely overwhelming being the entire focus wu xian. no limbs splayed out, nothing played with in his hands. just sitting proper and calm and staring at him with that gaze that no one seems to ever truly escape.
wang ji centers himself, allows the anger to wash through and out, and his jealousy to cool before answering.]
Wei Ying blinks, multiple times, because-- Wang Ji just??? apologized??? that doesn't make sense to him. his mouth opens then snaps shut again, nothing coming out in the interim, and he looks a little stunned.]
[For being jealous. For not being as usually centered. Wu Xian always seems to get this rise out of him no matter what. But saying any of those things will only earn more of a reaction from Wu Xian.
that sounds like a lie there, Lan Wang Ji. and not a very believable one at that. Wei Ying blinks a few more times, as if he expects Wang Ji to yell 'kidding!' before he speaks.]
But-- I was sitting improperly? I mean, for Gusu Sect rules at least.
[You may need to wait years for for Wang Ji to ever say the words "just kidding." Wang Ji is already aware that he's messed up, that he's slipped, but it's not Wei Wu Xian's fault. It is his own. For not squashing these feelings long ago. He can't seem to keep his words straight so he stops saying them altogether, electing instead to answer with silence.]
[wangji leans back in an instant, sword hand rising to catch his fellow cultivator's wrist before it touches his face. it's. unacceptable that he can't seem to cool his emotions, that his jealousy has spilled out where all can see. but he can't spur it on further.]
[ do you see this face? it is the face of someone who really does not believe you at all. Wei Ying stays there, frozen half over the table with Lan Zhan's fingers wrapped around his wrists and just stares. looks and watches and tries to put it together. ]
Ah! I get it!
[ at least he thinks he does. ]
You're upset that I have more skills than you at something when we have been equal all along! It's okay Lan Zhan, I can teach you if you want!
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[please do not mind the bead of sweat that traces along the lines of wangji's face. or how tightly he clenches his jaw. he must be so blatant and obvious, the odour of wangji's crime so fragrant that wei ying has now figured it all out.
except.
except not at all.
wangji stares, brow furrowed deep into his nose as he makes no reply for a moment or two, utterly dumbfounded. and yet quietly curious. to learn such things would break a dozen different principles. but how long has he stared at those lips and wondered how soft they might be. or how wonderful it might be to see them form his name and his alone for the rest of his life.
he releases wei ying's wrist, fingers peeling off all at once, and folds his hands in front of him on the table.]
[ honestly, Wei Yin is grinning brightly but also waiting for Lan Zhan to draw Bichen and threaten to end him for improper conduct or something. but that-- never happens. instead, Lan Zhan lets go of his wrist and then just--
sits there.
like Wei Ying didn't just offer to teach him how to give blow jobs (who is he kidding, he has no idea, but he has read some porn and has a very healthy imagination and honestly? how hard could it really be?).
okay, so--]
Ah, but Lan Zhan! Have you ever even kissed someone?
[ he says it loud and exuberant, but also like he is worried. like that somehow matters oh-so much. (it kind of does. to Wei Ying, though he can't figure out why.) ]
No. [wangji nearly blurts out and ‘of course not’ to follow but bites his tongue. he’s never had another friend, much less one as close as wei ying or one as kind and handsome either. to wangji, there is no other for him but wei ying, his match in swordsmanship, in wits, in all but this one thing: experience.
he thinks again about how many people wei ying must have kissed, how many he’s-
wei ying is popular with the other students, while wangji is decidedly not. in the past that would never have bothered him, but now? now that jealousy flares in his gut, bites and chews at him.]
[ that was-- well maybe it was the answer that Wei Ying expected. as beautiful as Lan Zhan was, he also wasn't the most approachable person in the world. but he was certain that at least one brave soul had at least tried. honestly, how could they not?
the shock is evident on Wei Ying's face (and something warm and pleased curls in his belly, but now is not the time for introspection).]
Really? But Lan Zhan is so handsome! Surely someone has tried! Maybe you just didn't notice someone trying to court you, ahh that would make sense.
[ because, seriously, that is the only thing that makes sense to him. never mind the fact that he is an actual idiot. ]
[No. No, not even the bravest souls have tried. Wangji has had to interest in anyone since he came to an age where those urges exist. No one attracted his interest until- until they snuck in with liquor and matched him in battle. Since he fell asleep in lecture and sent a talisman his way. At first, Wangji had assumed the sensation was annoyance, but over time he found the heat in his gut developing into something else.
Something deeper and unfamiliar. Something that warped his composure and sank into his core.]
No. [He repeats, because he is very sure. While he may seem entirely aloof, he is not unobservant.]
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[mostly because he believes his feelings to be unrequited, because this playing makes him angry, this useless flirting that means nothing to wei ying but means something to wang ji.]
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Wei Ying doesn't mean to play, to tease or torment not to the point where it causes actual distress. he is stupid, not cruel (though there are times perhaps, between the two of them, that there is little difference). Wei Ying doesn't quite understand why he is so desperate for Lan Zhan's attention, for his reactions no matter positive or negative, but he is. all he knows is that he wants Lan Zhan's eyes on him, whether it is to praise him or berate him.]
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it would be good to learn something. and. perhaps. scratch this itch that has been strangling him for days.
or perhaps that's just wei ying in his dreams.
no. don't think about such things.]
["Overthinking Everything In His Life" at 7:21 pm.]
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so is he bullshitting you entirely, Lan Zhan? yes. yes, he is.
hope you were waiting for a low drawn-out call of your name from just outside the door.]
Lan Zhan.
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this is not something he would want wei ying to be an expert.
the knock at the door surprises wang ji. he should have heard wei ying's footsteps, but he was so lost in his reflection--
no matter. he supposes wei ying has come to flirt with him meaninglessly again.]
Come in.
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if Wuxian is surprised that you tell him to enter, he hides it as he opens the door and peers around, fingers curling against door and eyes wide.
almost like he expects you to throw something at him. ]
Lan Zhan! [ about the peace you were enjoying. ] Were you really just going to ignore me, Lan-er gege?
[ look at the pout he has on for this. how wounded he is by the lack of your attention. ]
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perhaps he should turn back to his reading.]
Yes.
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But why! I was just looking for an answer, Lan Zhan.
[ Wei Ying fights the smile that wants to bloom on his face to replace the pout, a natural reaction it seems when he is around Lan Zhan, and sits himself (sprawls, limbs askew and elbow on the table in a fashion that is not at all proprietary) far too close. well, at least he is sure that Lan Zhan will think it too close.]
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you are the worst kind of friend.that is wang ji follows wu xian with his gaze until he sits improperly and far too close for wang ji's liking. he collects his reading from the table to sit on the opposite side. space would do him good until he could forget the message that started this whole debacle.]
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the pout only deepens as Lan Zhan moves away from him, puts more space between them. Wei Ying shouldn't be surprised, being close was one of those things that they looked down upon after all, but still-- ]
Lan Zhan why are you sitting so far away, are you upset I didn't sit in your lap? I can, you know, I just thought you might like some time to think about it.
[ okay sometimes he is a little shit. ]
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he's jealous.
and his jealousy is so unbecoming.]
No improper sitting.
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Wei Ying might flirt with every pretty thing (of which Wang Ji is certainly a part of) but he would probably rescind his claims in a heartbeat if he was called to act.
except with Lan Zhan. with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Wei Ying half folds himself into an acceptable position before leaning on the table, chin in hand, eyes on Lan Zhan and smile barely on his lips.]
Ah Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, don't worry I won't make you sit improperly. I will ask why you are being so mean to me though.
[ a forced pout here for good measure. ]
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it's strangely overwhelming being the entire focus wu xian. no limbs splayed out, nothing played with in his hands. just sitting proper and calm and staring at him with that gaze that no one seems to ever truly escape.
wang ji centers himself, allows the anger to wash through and out, and his jealousy to cool before answering.]
I apologize.
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Wei Ying blinks, multiple times, because-- Wang Ji just??? apologized??? that doesn't make sense to him. his mouth opens then snaps shut again, nothing coming out in the interim, and he looks a little stunned.]
Wait, why are you apologizing?
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So Wang Ji nods, collected and calm once more.]
For accusing you of sitting improperly
[Worst lie in the history of lies.]
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that sounds like a lie there, Lan Wang Ji. and not a very believable one at that. Wei Ying blinks a few more times, as if he expects Wang Ji to yell 'kidding!' before he speaks.]
But-- I was sitting improperly? I mean, for Gusu Sect rules at least.
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Lan Zhan, are you feeling okay?
[ he is leaning across the table now, hand outstretched to press against Lan Zhan's cheek, as if to check for fever.]
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Fine.
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[ do you see this face? it is the face of someone who really does not believe you at all. Wei Ying stays there, frozen half over the table with Lan Zhan's fingers wrapped around his wrists and just stares. looks and watches and tries to put it together. ]
Ah! I get it!
[ at least he thinks he does. ]
You're upset that I have more skills than you at something when we have been equal all along! It's okay Lan Zhan, I can teach you if you want!
/steers us into au territory
except.
except not at all.
wangji stares, brow furrowed deep into his nose as he makes no reply for a moment or two, utterly dumbfounded. and yet quietly curious. to learn such things would break a dozen different principles. but how long has he stared at those lips and wondered how soft they might be. or how wonderful it might be to see them form his name and his alone for the rest of his life.
he releases wei ying's wrist, fingers peeling off all at once, and folds his hands in front of him on the table.]
yes good
sits there.
like Wei Ying didn't just offer to teach him how to give blow jobs (who is he kidding, he has no idea, but he has read some porn and has a very healthy imagination and honestly? how hard could it really be?).
okay, so--]
Ah, but Lan Zhan! Have you ever even kissed someone?
[ he says it loud and exuberant, but also like he is worried. like that somehow matters oh-so much. (it kind of does. to Wei Ying, though he can't figure out why.) ]
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he thinks again about how many people wei ying must have kissed, how many he’s-
wei ying is popular with the other students, while wangji is decidedly not. in the past that would never have bothered him, but now? now that jealousy flares in his gut, bites and chews at him.]
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the shock is evident on Wei Ying's face (and something warm and pleased curls in his belly, but now is not the time for introspection).]
Really? But Lan Zhan is so handsome! Surely someone has tried! Maybe you just didn't notice someone trying to court you, ahh that would make sense.
[ because, seriously, that is the only thing that makes sense to him. never mind the fact that he is an actual idiot. ]
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Something deeper and unfamiliar. Something that warped his composure and sank into his core.]
No. [He repeats, because he is very sure. While he may seem entirely aloof, he is not unobservant.]
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