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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[day 129]

[one_note]

[when that strange transformative earthquake ripples through Sidereal, it catches Lan Wangji the elder for the first time. he staggers a little where he's walking out of the garden of the villa he lives in, and braces a hand against the wall.

physically, he hasn't changed much -- the faintest pattern of scaling around his eyes, the eyes themselves slit-pupiled. his clothes differ, though, with bright green accents and leafy embroidery instead of the usual pale blue clouds.

as might be expected, he just looks around, blank-faced. you have to know him really well to read the bafflement in his microexpressions.]

[strikingchords]

[can I read bafflement in his microexpressions, or can I

pauses at the garden gate, tilting his head slightly]

[one_note]

[well 'bafflement' just went to 'straight-up shock' at the sight of a second him, so

(he's also missing his forehead ribbon.)]

. . .

[strikingchords]

[ah. this seems like a thing is happening? time to have no visible reaction about it!

(his brows draw in, faintly)]

Hello.

[one_note]

. . .

How?

[strikingchords]

Vagaries.

Whimsy.

[one_note]

But. . .

[the real marker of shock here: his actually stopping halfway through a sentence]

[strikingchords]

[...

his frown of concern becomes slightly more visible]

[one_note]

Where are we?

[strikingchords]

A bound city. "Sidereal."

[one_note]

Bound by who?

[strikingchords]

Not enough information to say.

[one_note]

[frowns deeply]

You are not alarmed.

That we are two.

[weiyingdown]

[is the empathy bond still there? even if it isn't, he does see the bafflement, does notice the eyes, and definitely notices the clothes and glaring lack of a forehead ribbon.

he's heading back to the villa with a little basket full of groceries and various other trinkets he's using for experiments from the storeroom, so the sight of him is sudden and jarring in their garden. but it's still just Lan Wangji, so he hasn't tipped into alarm; just curiosity, his eyebrows climbing as he takes in the sight of him]

What's this? Have you decided to try something new today?

[one_note]

[you know what, we can say it's there, though he hasn't properly registered it on his end yet; he is defintitely in full alarm mode, though it shifts into some kind of full-on disbelief at the sight of a Wei Wuxian dressed in his normal outfit]

Wei Ying.

[...touches his own mouth right after he says that, eyes even wider]

[weiyingdown]

[then he can feel Wei Wuxian's emotions too, a flutter of bemusement and confusion, a hint of concern as he closes the gap between them and settles his basket to one hip, freeing a hand to check Lan Wangji's pulse]

Lan Zhan. What's wrong?

[one_note]

[his pulse is racing wildly, but his qi is normal; Wei Wuxian can feel the internal start at hearing his name aloud too, out of place now]

What do you remember?

[weiyingdown]

Everything.

[twists the word around in his mouth with a bit of a frown. there are, technically, things he doesn't remember, but those things were told to him. surely that counts towards the question being asked]

But I can't say if everything I remember is the same as what you remember. How did your eyes get like this?

[one_note]

A fae trick.

[his emotions appear to have harmonized into something next door to panic, constant and fluttering, only kept from crossing that line by how habitually steady Lan Wangji is, the tight hold he can keep on such things]

[weiyingdown]

...Why don't we sit down, and you can tell me about this fae trick? Unless you want to ask me something instead.

[guiding him with gentle hands towards a bench in the garden; plants are benign and familiar, so it seems better than the house for the moment]

[one_note]

...

What do you remember last...from home?

[he is following his lead easily, though he also can't stop staring at his face]

[weiyingdown]

Just the usual things. Or perhaps they're not usual to you? Let's see. Your uncle seems to be getting used to me, and the juniors all love my lessons. I'm almost positive I left the Jingshi a mess, I'll have to clean it up whenever we go back. Our blissful marriage is only ever interrupted by me doing impulsive things that get us swept off to other worlds.

[one_note]

[goes very still, stopping dead just before they reach the bench, panic spiking into something throat-clogging and eye-burning and dizzying]

[weiyingdown]

Ah, this is why I wanted to sit down.

[shifts a hand under his elbow to support him in case his legs give out, eyes on his face]

It's okay! Take a breath.

[one_note]

[he's steady, he's taught himself to be steady no matter how he's feeling, but his shift to sit on the bench is oddly mechanical]