[SIDEREAL - OVERFLOW POST]

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[you'd think one wouldn't need this with how little Lan Wangji talks but life is full of surprises]

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[mistletoe continuations]

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[:|]

[jon]

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Hm.

[that sounded a little closer to hmph than any other 'hm' he has ever made before]

You have grown more tolerant of it.

((from here))

[end_recording]

I wonder... I don't feel particularly suited to it. I've just seen the consequences when a person becomes... too isolated.

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[...his eyes flicker visibly to the side; so has he, in a different way]

I understand.

[end_recording]

[Jon's tentative:]

D-did something happen...?

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Not here. Long ago.

[end_recording]

Is it something you're allowed to talk about?

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...

[shakes head]

Not mine to speak of. Apologies.

[end_recording]

[Nods. He suspected as much.]

[magolor]

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. . .

[lets a slow breath out, once they are in open air with nothing over their heads mistletoe can just sneakily hang itself from]

Very unexpected.

((from here))

[begguiling]

As if the pink flowers weren't enough! That stuff was even more aggressive about it. Though I'm pretty embarrassed that I was the only one who felt any kind of itch there . . . I thought for a while it was nothing.

[you know, just the normal way he always feels,]

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[he is not sure how to address this. an apology is not quite appropriate; he cannot help his heart being given away any more than Magolor can help gravitating towards it, and he is differentiated enough from his past self that it would be very strange to try and assume responsibility for the younger Lan Wangji's relationships.]

What can I do?

[begguiling]

. . . Hmm?

[he doesn't at all make the logical leap there to what Lan Wangji is offering, and blinks up at him.]

I'm perfectly happy with it. You were the one who looked like you'd been slapped!

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[he's quiet for a moment, considering whether to push it more or not . . .]

To alleviate embarrassment.

[begguiling]

Oh, that. Don't worry, I'm not really that embarrassed about it! I have good taste and I know it. It's nothing serious.

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[looks at him in a careful searching way, eyes oddly soft]

[begguiling]

. . . What? Geez. You both have that same way of looking at me sometimes . . . if you think I'm holding out any hope for either one of you, you're mistaken. But obviously, you especially! Don't start worrying about that.

[the two Lan Wangjis are both different and the same. Magolor's used to that; he's known alternate versions before. it's not hard to reconcile that they are the same person in different stages and circumstances. but it is really unfortunate that the things they have in common are the things that really make him squirm, like that way of looking at him]

[some random day, afternoon]

[weiyingdown]

[one relatively peaceful day, Lan Wangji arrives home to find the house...quiet. and clean. which is unusual, to say the least. the first place he might check is the garden, which is empty; he needn't check the kitchen or the workroom when no strange smells or noises are coming from them, so the next place he might check is the bedroom.

which is locked when he tries the door.]

Uhm! Don't come in! I'm. Naked?

[his voice sounds higher pitched than usual.]

[one_note]

[that gives him pause, because: Wei Wuxian sounds kind of uncertain, which is odd, and also normally Wei Wuxian would not care about Lan Wangji walking in on him naked? usually Lan Wangji walking in on Wei Wuxian naked is a deliberate and enjoyable contrivance by Wei Wuxian?

he considers asking if his husband has had a sex accident, mentally trips over how he would even begin to ask that, and then decides that if that is the case, Wei Wuxian will probably tell him or it will be very obvious shortly.]

...I will wait.

[weiyingdown]

[it takes a minute before the bedroom door opens. Wei Wuxian is standing there bundled up in three sets of robes, which is too many robes for outside, let alone inside of their own home. he is very badly trying to obscure his figure.

to the casual observer he might not seem terribly different. but his adam's apple is absent, his cheekbones are a little higher, his eyelashes are a little fuller, and his chest and his ass are distinctly curvier.]

...I messed up.

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[Lan Wangji's gaze tracks over him -- it's impossible for him not to miss the changes; he's too familiar with what Wei Wuxian looks like not to -- but mercifully, because he is himself, he doesn't, like. comment on it directly. Wei Wuxican can feel his quiet concern, though...]

Can I assist?

[weiyingdown]

Mm...

[fidgets with his collar; it's tucked in too close when he usually lets it hang open. with a sigh he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, and pats the spot next to him, inviting.]

It'll fix on its own, I'm not worried about that. I wanted to create a sexy surprise for you, but not it's just a little embarrassing. My face is thick enough to handle it.

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[reaches out and very gently touches his face, the slightly altered curve of one cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear with great care. very serious and sincere]

Wei Ying is considerate.

Am glad you are unharmed.

[weiyingdown]

[lets himself pout, just a little pout, as a treat, since his surprise didn't work.]

I was confident I wouldn't get hurt! I was inspired by your work with the oil. I saved plenty of those flowers too, you know. But it turns out that the one that's supposed to give me a few sexy tails decided to give me something else this time.

[flops onto Lan Wangji's shoulder, dramatically]

And now I look far less cute than usual.

[one_note]

[HE CAN'T NOT SAY IT, IT'S AGAINST THE RULES--]

Wei Ying is very cute.

[also he's putting an arm around him and snugging him against himself firmly, in case that reveals a bit more of what Wei Wuxian's trying to conceal under all those robes]