( he almost wants to protest. wei wuxian doesn’t, nor should he, belong to anyone. but it’s not what he means, not really, and lan wangji flushes all over again, wondering if he’d say the same, if he knew. if he knew the notes of gentle interest between each heartbeat. if he knew the ache they cause, excruciating and exquisite. if he knew the hollow space between them, shaped like his absence. if he knew his thoughts, his dreams, his wants, overwhelming beneath his shaky resolve, threatening to burst through. if he knew of his sheer admiration, tinted with warmth and affection.
can he sense it all, frayed at the seams? lan wangji gazes into his eyes breathless, curious and searching and awed, expression open, honest. it’s almost naive, and he looks so young in his careful bashfulness, but he thinks, maybe, that what wei wuxian means to him might be clear in that moment, for them both. he’s mesmerized. which is probably why he simply nods stupid at his friend’s suggestion, though it’s a great opportunity to regain some semblance of composure.
he rises lovestruck, forcing his gaze away. this odd urge to indulge him is inescapable, and lan wangji slowly walks away, his heart in his throat and his fingers idly grazing the red ribbon around his wrist.
hide and seek, then. but is he the predator, or the prey? )
[he knows - or he's learning. relearning. relying less on the bond this time for how he feels and more on what he sees when lan wangji looks at him. he's taking his time and letting lan wangji do the same.
his heart sinks, the echo of it felt in the witch's own chest, just from watching him walk away. but should lan wangji look his way, he'll find wei wuxian already gone. the puca puts distance between them, making sure they're far apart before he stops in the middle of a crowd.
there, he closes his eyes and focus on the thrum that courses through his body. wei wuxian touches the ribbon around his own wrist and concentrates on how his bondmate is feeling and where he might be. after a moment he opens his eyes and forces himself to walk in that direction, letting his heart be his divining rod.]
( it’s surprisingly easy. maybe it’s the remnants of a bond once shared. even with his eyes closed, lan wangji feels him, a warm presence everywhere his pulse hums, like a new sense. he’s used to meditating. reaching deep in every corner of his mind, which might make this particular task seemingly effortless. but it’s more than that, a connection that transcends everything he’s ever known.
he doesn’t immediately find him, but his blood pounds hotter the closer he thinks he gets, gentle notes in the back of his skull. it’s a bit like music, a unique melody he already knows by heart, and sure enough, wei wuxian comes into sight in all his splendid glory, facing the opposite way. lan wangji stops. gasps quietly, a buzz under his skin. he walks closer, strangely unbothered by all the strangers surrounding him. and he smiles. faint, tender. a private little thing.
wei ying. he doesn’t say it, his name only resonating in his mind. and he waits. )
[he's close. wei wuxian can't explain how he knows, but it's more than just faith that lan wangji will be there when he needs him most, in their world or any other. it's a tune inside his head that starts out a lonely solo, but gradually becomes a beautiful duet the nearer he gets.
he spins, hearing his name but not realizing that it wasn't lan wangji's lips that spoke it. he breaks into a bright smile at the sight of him, and maybe just gives a happy little hop.]
Lan Zhan! It's like we're still connected by that spell I came up with all those years ago! Remember the one? The one I couldn't decide on a name for?
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can he sense it all, frayed at the seams? lan wangji gazes into his eyes breathless, curious and searching and awed, expression open, honest. it’s almost naive, and he looks so young in his careful bashfulness, but he thinks, maybe, that what wei wuxian means to him might be clear in that moment, for them both. he’s mesmerized. which is probably why he simply nods stupid at his friend’s suggestion, though it’s a great opportunity to regain some semblance of composure.
he rises lovestruck, forcing his gaze away. this odd urge to indulge him is inescapable, and lan wangji slowly walks away, his heart in his throat and his fingers idly grazing the red ribbon around his wrist.
hide and seek, then. but is he the predator, or the prey? )
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his heart sinks, the echo of it felt in the witch's own chest, just from watching him walk away. but should lan wangji look his way, he'll find wei wuxian already gone. the puca puts distance between them, making sure they're far apart before he stops in the middle of a crowd.
there, he closes his eyes and focus on the thrum that courses through his body. wei wuxian touches the ribbon around his own wrist and concentrates on how his bondmate is feeling and where he might be. after a moment he opens his eyes and forces himself to walk in that direction, letting his heart be his divining rod.]
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he doesn’t immediately find him, but his blood pounds hotter the closer he thinks he gets, gentle notes in the back of his skull. it’s a bit like music, a unique melody he already knows by heart, and sure enough, wei wuxian comes into sight in all his splendid glory, facing the opposite way. lan wangji stops. gasps quietly, a buzz under his skin. he walks closer, strangely unbothered by all the strangers surrounding him. and he smiles. faint, tender. a private little thing.
wei ying. he doesn’t say it, his name only resonating in his mind. and he waits. )
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he spins, hearing his name but not realizing that it wasn't lan wangji's lips that spoke it. he breaks into a bright smile at the sight of him, and maybe just gives a happy little hop.]
Lan Zhan! It's like we're still connected by that spell I came up with all those years ago! Remember the one? The one I couldn't decide on a name for?