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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[strikingchords]

I will meet you.

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✔️

[strikingchords]

[when Lan Wangji arrives to the indicated place and time today, he is carrying a cardboard box with some crinkled brown paper sticking out of the corner a little bit! nods to his older self and puts the box down on the counter, looking their cooking surface over.]

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[looks at him and his box with open curiosity that would look like cool indifference to most other people, but starts the lesson as normal; he will tell himself in due time if he wishes to.]

[strikingchords]

[he waits until the lesson is finished and they are cleaning up. when the older Lan Wangji dries his hands after the dishes are done, he nods to the box.]

Yours.

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...

[opens the box? surprised...]

[strikingchords]

[he can peel the crinkled wrapping paper aside to find what it's protecting! the younger Lan Wangji watches him imperturbably, sidelong.

inside is... oh no

oh no

oh fuck no]

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[oh no

for a moment, staring down at the tea set and not quite processing what he is seeing, he looks very young.]

[strikingchords]

[--glances aside slightly]

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[touches the black bunny and its dandelion flower with a very delicate fingertip, then looks up at him directly, eyes still wide and holding a question]

[strikingchords]

[he raises his chin slightly. his younger self is still risible enough to meet certain kinds of his own internal awkwardness with defiance, or at least what passes for defiance in Lan Wangji; stillness that has solidified its stance to meet the challenge.]


Wished to.

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[inclines his head, then, respecting that]

Beautiful. My thanks.

[strikingchords]

...

[nods once]

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...

[now HE looks away]

[strikingchords]

[has any pair of rp characters doubles ever been this stupid? signs point to no]

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[they really don't do hugs to each other, but he does reach up and squeeze his shoulder]

[strikingchords]

[AWKWARDLY STANDS THERE WITHOUT MOVING

that is acceptance of the gesture. they are communicating]

[one_note]

[they're idiots

he very gently, carefully closes the box again. he will contemplate and also wash it later.]

You have been well?

[strikingchords]

[nods again, stiff. there is something faintly more defensive or vulnerable about this gesture than the last one. the angle of his chin is not so straight; his shoulders tense slightly, though there's no pain or hostility in it.]

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[tilts his head a little. neutrally, a comment rather than a judgement or attempt to pry]

Five days is long.

[he missed him??]

[strikingchords]

[oh]

Mm. Apologies.

[and now the hard part. it is too important to say easily, so it takes him a little bit to gather the words. with no other person, he thinks, can he actually step back and examine and express the dizzy terrifying scope of the sentiment.]

Was with Wei Ying.

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[he goes very still, with a surprise that is much deeper this time, a feeling so deep it resounds through the warp and weft of his bones. Lan Wangji can watch the tiny flickers of emotion on his own face: a reflected warmth, and trepidation because he himself does not know how he could have managed to get through to the new-dead Wei Wuxian other than long patience and time, and a deep-seated relief almost as thorough as the surprise]

[strikingchords]

[...

nods slightly, relieved himself to see his feelings mirrored, and turns his head away to move a scrap of discarded wrapping paper left on the counter slightly with his finger]

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He came to you?

[strikingchords]

[thinks about it...]

In a sense.