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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[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]

[weiyingdown]

[he is not sure what reaction he expected, but it wasn't this. rubs little circles on his back...]

[one_note]

[oh well he







well]

[weiyingdown]

Lan Zhan...

[continues with the soothing motion. concern is growing, but it's still not alarm. he's dealt with a small Lan Wangji and different versions of himself. this is almost the same]

What do you last remember?

[one_note]

[everything is fine and normal there is just water dripping down Lan Wangji's face for some reason and he shakes his head a little, not a refusal, but because his throat is locked tight]

[weiyingdown]

[oh no oh no oh no??? he tricked himself into thinking it was a trick of the light, that Lan Wangji might settle if prompted to speak; he should have known better, really.

Lan Wangji can feel a spike of distress before Wei Wuxian thinks to dampen the connection, muffling it down to an odd extra murmur of emotion that is easy to ignore. wraps his arms around him with familiarity and ease; the hug is warm, the steady thrum of his heart easily felt]

[one_note]

[he is only human. he leans into it, and breathes through the choke of the tears, and puts his arms around Wei Wuxian too.]

[weiyingdown]

[pets his hair and makes soothing sounds; he doesn't know how to deal with people crying, especially not Lan Wangji, but he goes with what feels right. lets him get it out for as long as he needs, offering the occasional it's alright and I'm here. he is gentle and unmovable]

[one_note]

[he's clutching at him too hard, honestly; torn between anxiety for the Wei Wuxians he seems to have left behind somewhere for the moment and meeting this one again, this one familiar, remembering, knowing...

he doesn't make a single noise, though he trembles a little before the tears finally begin to subside.]

[weiyingdown]

[holds him through it and doesn't let go even when it does seem to subside, even when he's being held so tight it hurts]

It's alright. Whatever is going on, we can handle it. I'm here for you, Lan Zhan.

[one_note]

[roughly]

Miss you.

[an encompassing statement: he misses his husband and he misses the Wei Wuxians he's just left behind]

[weiyingdown]

Do you miss me when I'm right here?

[light, teasing; he knows it's more than he understands, as he brushes a hand across his cheek, wiping away dried tears]

It's not quite appropriate when it's not the Jingshi, but I'll say it anyways. Welcome home, for the moment.

[one_note]

[crushes him even tighter against himself briefly, before he remembers himself and lets up]

Wei Ying.

[it feels like an eternity since he has been able to say his name.]

[weiyingdown]

Lan Zhan.

[says his name, in turn, those two words so unbearably full of love]

Who upset you this much? Tell me so I can take revenge for you.

[one_note]

[another sharp squeeze of emotion, love and anguish and a kind of wry amusement all warring somehow]

No need.

[weiyingdown]

[that particular blend of emotions makes him feel like it has something to do with him. he is not above beating himself up for making Lan Wangji cry]

I know it wouldn't make you feel better, but it would make me feel better. I don't like to think of you being treated badly.

[one_note]

Not treated badly.

[weiyingdown]

No? Then what's all of this?

[gently wipes away the tear tracks with his sleeve]

[one_note]

[leans into the touch, unable to help it]

Missed you remembering.