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[untamedhero]

... but not giving her your name, right?

But this sounds more like a consequence than a bet. What are the terms?

[one_note]

I am owed a half-hour of truth without dissembly, with regards to the same things.

To be claimed at my will.

True names are forbidden to us both.

[untamedhero]

[relaxes... a little.]

Any rule against having assistance in fulfilling her command?

[one_note]

None.

But if it will endanger all.

Stop me.

[untamedhero]

[already thinking about the logistics of stopping Lan Wangji if he's compelled to do something without fail. definitely not an easy task, but...

he exhales.]

I will. There's a few things to try if you resist too much.

[one_note]

It is appreciated.

[untamedhero]

Have you told anyone else about it?

[one_note]

[shakes his head]

Recent.

[untamedhero]

[when it's a bad sitch but you still get warm fuzzies about being the first to know.]

Were you planning to tell others? There's a few people I'm thinking of roping in to help, as needed, but it's whatever you're comfortable with, really.

[one_note]

Sanren.

Others, undecided.

[untamedhero]

All right. Once you tell gege about it, we'll think of something.

[one_note]

[pretend he didn't say Sanren's name it's Monday i'm tired :(]

Soon.

[untamedhero]

[fair enough]

Mm, you still have a few other things to work out with him, it sounds like.

[one_note]

Patiently.

[untamedhero]

[hums in agreement before tucking his face against the crook of Lan Wangji's neck.]

At your own speeds.

[one_note]

[holds him gently there, a hand in his hair]

That is all. That bargain.

Do not wish to compound such things.

[untamedhero]

[quiet sigh of his own as he relaxes more.]

I know. I'm glad you told me.

[one_note]

[it's warm and dark and close in Lan Wangji's shoulder. his robes smell like sandalwood. they're surrounded by the rustle of leaves, by cool night air. this is not bad.]

Do you...need help?

[untamedhero]

[he hasn't really done too much outside the box recently, except for that game, and he's already addressed two of those fears. he'd probably say there wasn't anything if he wasn't trying extra hard for Lan Wangji's sake.]

... this close to an edge... hold onto me?

[he's not really worried about falling or anything like that, but there is a real want and need to hold onto and be held onto. and even asking that much feels like a lot.]

[one_note]

Mm.

[he's taken seriously. the grip around him goes iron-tight; he's pulled closer in against Lan Wangji's chest, solid and steadying.]

[untamedhero]

[such a small thing but in fact it has him curling into the hold, feeling both secure and content. Lan Wangji can probably feel the smile against the skin at his neck.]

Mm, like that.

[one_note]

You will not fall again.

[a promise.]

[untamedhero]

[too late because metaphors exist, but not actually bothered by that.

instead, he's placing a soft kiss against that skin.]

[one_note]

[ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, badumpbadumpbadumpbadumpbadump]

[untamedhero]

[sometimes he has to think about what he would have done if he'd known this trick of reading into Lan Wangji via his heartrate and can only conclude that he would have been obliviously merciless.

as it is, his own heart races to catch up while also biting at his own lip a little too hard as he fights back a grin.]

You're so easy to rile up, Er-gege.