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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[strikingchords]

...

What happened?

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Sent to another world. Told we contracted with the fae, to have wishes granted. No memory of making the contract. All there, the same circumstance.

Two Wei Yings. Sixteen months lost. The cause unknown. Memories can be torn away as consequence, restored over time. But not theirs.

[strikingchords]

[his lips thin; his hands are slightly more tense on the cup.]

Hm.

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[looks aside, away, eyes tight-shut as though in pain]

[strikingchords]

...

...

[leans over and rests a hand gently on his shoulder...]

[one_note]

[lifts his head a bit in startlement, though he neither shakes it off nor quite looks at him again]

[strikingchords]

[he's just gonna stay put for a minute.

hey]

[one_note]

[eventually, eventually, turns his eyes to meet his again]

[strikingchords]

Do you wish to change clothing?

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[a very small, jerky nod

oh god, he has not worn proper Lan robes for so long]

[strikingchords]

[inclines his head and motions for him to follow to the spare bedroom.

he's going to fetch him some of the elder Lan Wangji's own robes from his counterpart's bedroom, but when he passes Lan Wangji the stack of robes through the door to change, his own forehead ribbon is neatly folded on top of them.]

[one_note]

[stares at it

stares at him again, nakedly]

[strikingchords]

[meets his eyes quietly...]

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Thank you.

[soft]

[strikingchords]

[just as soft]

No need.

[one_note]

[...inclines his head to him, and goes to change

unseen, he does actually hesitate before tying the forehead ribbon back on.]

[strikingchords]

[does it feel strange, after all this time?]

[one_note]

[it feels like a weight on his brow, light and familiar as it is. he's accepted the reality of it being missing or transformed in Popdrop; has even found it symbolic, losing the symbol of his self-restraint in a place that asks him to divest it regularly. he has still missed it.

he looks calmer when he exits the room where he changed.]

[strikingchords]

[the younger Lan Wangji looks up and relaxes minutely when he comes back into the main living room, where he'd been sitting with a book; he's relieved he got it right...

putting the symbol of his control over himself into his own hands would reassure him, if he felt that out of control.]

[one_note]

[if there's a sin Lan Wangji can be accused of, it's certainly not failing to know himself

inclines his head to him, a silent reiteration of thanks]

[strikingchords]

[frowns at him slightly, concern again...]

I would assist further.

[one_note]

I do not know...what is needed.

[strikingchords]

[nods slowly]

You will likely return soon.

[one_note]

Mm.

[strikingchords]

[exhales]

Your comfort while here may be all that is possible.