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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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[one_note]

Yes.

Wei Ying forgot, and was doubled.

[weiyingdown]

Ah, then there's another Lan Zhan too. Both of me forgot...? That seems odd.

[one_note]

[soft]

Only me.

[weiyingdown]

[weiyingdown]

[he can feel the spike of alarm that shoots through Wei Wuxian before he clamps down on it]

You're sure it's just you? With two of me?

[one_note]

[puts a hand up to his chest this time, puzzled]

Mm.

[weiyingdown]

They haven't been unkind to you, have they? It's no excuse, but they really don't know anything. Feel free to tell them off! In fact, they might actually listen if you tell them off.

[one_note]

[...

presses his lips to Wei Wuxian's temple, just for a moment, soothing]

Wei Ying always does his best.

[weiyingdown]

[pulls him in close and gives him a kiss on the lips, so casual and quick that Lan Wangji might have imagined it]

When you say that it only makes me think they have been thoughtless towards you.

[one_note]

[his ears have pinked :(]

Not intentional.

[weiyingdown]

But I'm sure I'm not wrong. Ahhhh, I can't do anything about it from here! I want to give them a piece of my mind.

[settles for pressing the teacup into Lan Wangji's hands instead]

So why are you in a world of fae?

[one_note]

[takes it one-handed, still holding onto him with the other]

Supposedly, a contract. A wish or wishes to be granted. But contracts are sealed, and none have memory of making them.

[weiyingdown]

Wishes again, huh. I at least remember the wish I made to get here.

[one_note]

[he lets Wei Wuxian go briefly, but it's to touch a hand to his chest, in much the same spot he touched his own when Wei Wuxian was alarmed earlier]

To do with this?

[weiyingdown]

[his eyes light with understanding]

--Ah! Yes. That happened when we got here. Wei-shidi and Lan Zhan are connected like that too. You don't mind, do you?

[one_note]

No. It is...good.

[weiyingdown]

I like it. And not just for the obvious reasons! It's...nice.

[one_note]

A better understanding.

[weiyingdown]

You could say it...hmm, enhances understanding. Because I already know what to expect when I see your reaction.

[one_note]

I like it.

[weiyingdown]

[opens up the bond between them again; there's a steady stream of fondness and love, love, love that it's almost difficult to pick up on anything else in there. but there is also a small current of concern for him, his situation; an even smaller streak of possessiveness, a vehement mine as he takes a drink of his own tea]

[one_note]

[he feels overwhelmed; as possessively in love as he's ever been in turn, but with a kind of desperate starving edge to it that Wei Wuxian can only pick up on because he knows what it feels like normally. he feels almost like he wants to cry again, like he wants to gather all those emotions from Wei Wuxian and bottle them and hoard them by his heart...]

[weiyingdown]

[the thought of Lan Wangji crying again frazzles him into pouring more of his love into the bond between them, spreading the endless well of it between them as he gathers him in close]

It's not going anywhere.

[one_note]

Wei Ying.

[it is hard to say: is it not? when you gain and lose memory it is so easy for such things to slip or to be charged differently. he has not lost faith, but certainly he is more afraid than he was before a journey to faerieland.]

With me.

[weiyingdown]

[quiet and sure]

It isn't. No matter where you go or end up. I'm here.

[presses a hand to his head]