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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[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.]

[one_note]

[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.

[one_note]

[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]

[one_note]

...

He came to you?

[strikingchords]

[thinks about it...]

In a sense.

[one_note]

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Difficult to imagine.

[strikingchords]

A thoughtless decision.

[very literally; he doesn't think Wei Wuxian would have come if he had thought about it more.]

[one_note]

But not one reversed?

[strikingchords]

Not yet.

The bond.

[one_note]

Can be helpful.

[strikingchords]

[just nods; run out of words again...]

[one_note]

[buddy you are the worst person to count on for filling your own silences

...

he will try]

May not be "yet."

[strikingchords]

[he's okay with silence too, usually. otherwise he'd be in trouble.

inclines his head, with a slightly jerky exhale. he is so afraid. his other self knows why. he also can't help but hope. his other self knows that too.]

[one_note]

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...

...

Five days is long for Wei Ying.

[strikingchords]

[exhales, with a hint of warm wryness]

For myself as well.

[one_note]

You are happy?

[strikingchords]

...

[nods wordlessly, breath caught in his throat unexpectedly by the question

of course he is happy.]

[one_note]

[smiles at that, just a little]

Is Wei Ying?

[strikingchords]

...

Sometimes.

[one_note]

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It is good.

[strikingchords]

[seriously]

I will try.

[one_note]

...

[nods, but]

Staying even when he is not happy.