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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[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.

[weiyingdown]

[keeps his hand on his cheek even once he's finished cleaning up his face]

Remember? Did I forget?

[one_note]

Not Wei Ying's doing.

Strange magic.

[weiyingdown]

I promised I wouldn't forget.

[it isn't an apology, if only because he knows Lan Wangji wouldn't want that. but it is an acknowledgement, that he knows why it hurts even if it was outside of their control]

[one_note]

Have also forgotten.

[unhappy...]

[weiyingdown]

Hm? What did you forget?

[one_note]

All, after entering Guanyin's temple.

[weiyingdown]

[oh. oh dear. his mind is blank as he pulls together those memories, searches for exactly what Lan Wangji is missing, the important things...]

[weiyingdown]

[kisses his bare forehead]

I love you. We're married. We have a happy life together. That's the important things.

[one_note]

[fuck. fuck. his voice is roughened, even if he doesn't start crying again]

...had hoped.

[weiyingdown]

Now you know for sure.

[one_note]

[bends his head to rest his face in Wei Wuxian's shoulder, a startlingly vulnerable gesture; still overwhelmed]

[weiyingdown]

[keeps him tucked in close, his cheek settling on Lan Wangji's hair

it is a good thing, he thinks, that there isn't any more Wei Wuxians running around. he really would pick a fight with them after seeing this]

Lan Zhan, let me spoil you while you're here. What would you like? Something to eat or drink? Do you want to see our house? A bath? A change of clothes?

[one_note]

[low-key wrecked, still]

Would like to see.

Would like to hear, how you are.

[weiyingdown]

[he is just going to keep holding him until he makes any sort of indication he wants to move]

I want to hear how you are too! If it's not too hard to talk about.