( 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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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?