( look, he knows. he wouldn’t let anyone walk anywhere near their bed normally, but “anyone” now just so happens to be himself, kind of. just way younger, and much more vulnerable, some wounds that will inevitably leave scars, and some others that will never heal.
he rises to his feet the moment wei wuxian appears, mouth twisted in a bout of uncertainty. how to put this eloquently... ) Wei Ying. ( he glances askance, catching a glimpse of pulled curtains, an open window that’d give one hell of a strange sight. ) I am here… and there as well. ( and his gaze resettles on his bonded, as warm as ever, and a little dark. )
[responding with his usual eloquence too. wei wuxian stares at him in confusion, but mostly because he sounds drunk without looking drunk. there was no sway in his step. no melancholic expression that makes him want to kiss the pout away.
here...and there as well. he glances back to the closed-off window before frowning.]
Lan Zhan, just tell me: who's in our bed right now?
( give him one glass right now and he’ll give you that pout. actually don’t. memories long gone have been particularly vivid in the past few hours, and he can’t afford to spiral down a familiar hole he might not know how to climb out of. not while he’s drunk, anyway.
he gets the confusion. his own hasn’t really ebbed away, but it’s easier somehow, so tangible he can only believe it. his lips part to let out a little sigh; he’s not lying!! it’s just. complicated, and he inclines his head as a means to drill the message deeper into wei wuxian’s skull. ) I am. ( welp, and his mouth curves oddly, a little helpless; he's sorry and just as dumbfounded as you okay. )
[of course he's not lying to him. the possibility of that never really entered his mind. but there must be some other explanation. lan zhan keeps telling him the same impossible thing, that he is somehow in their bedroom and here right in front of him at the same time. he reaches out to touch him on impulse, and he's as solid and warm as he was suddenly hoping him to be.
wei wuxian closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Okay, so I shouldn't disturb the person in our bedroom because that person is you. [wei wuxian looks at him again, and it's then that he's really struck by his bonded's seriousness, the silent plea in his eyes. in that moment, he needs him.] Lan Zhan, this has to be some sort of a trick. A spell...a new scheme of Jin Guangyao's. Something!
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he rises to his feet the moment wei wuxian appears, mouth twisted in a bout of uncertainty. how to put this eloquently... ) Wei Ying. ( he glances askance, catching a glimpse of pulled curtains, an open window that’d give one hell of a strange sight. ) I am here… and there as well. ( and his gaze resettles on his bonded, as warm as ever, and a little dark. )
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[responding with his usual eloquence too. wei wuxian stares at him in confusion, but mostly because he sounds drunk without looking drunk. there was no sway in his step. no melancholic expression that makes him want to kiss the pout away.
here...and there as well. he glances back to the closed-off window before frowning.]
Lan Zhan, just tell me: who's in our bed right now?
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he gets the confusion. his own hasn’t really ebbed away, but it’s easier somehow, so tangible he can only believe it. his lips part to let out a little sigh; he’s not lying!! it’s just. complicated, and he inclines his head as a means to drill the message deeper into wei wuxian’s skull. ) I am. ( welp, and his mouth curves oddly, a little helpless; he's sorry and just as dumbfounded as you okay. )
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wei wuxian closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Okay, so I shouldn't disturb the person in our bedroom because that person is you. [wei wuxian looks at him again, and it's then that he's really struck by his bonded's seriousness, the silent plea in his eyes. in that moment, he needs him.] Lan Zhan, this has to be some sort of a trick. A spell...a new scheme of Jin Guangyao's. Something!