[He ran his fingers slowly through his hair. Of course he was angry. He'd been used, and the people he cared about most had paid the price. And while Lan Wangji said it was justified, he'd still been scared of what that anger would do to Wei Wuxian. It left his emotions in turmoil and confusion, and he couldn't help second-guessing his own reactions. What did any of it matter now? Here, where there was no way of knowing if they'd ever make it home again? All he could really do was... try to sort things out and see if he could make any sense of it at all.
He shook his head a moment later, rubbing at his eyes.]
But... No, I asked... It's not your fault.
[It was a dilemma he'd had before, many times. Trying to decide what was right and just, and sometimes all he could do was wait and hope he'd made the right decision. And if he couldn't believe anything else, he had to believe that Lan Zhan wouldn't have made this decision if he thought it would hurt anyone. It stung, to be left in the dark, but he couldn't yell about trust and not invest his own in the only person who'd ever tried to do the same for him.
He owed the truth, even if it was hard to say.]
More than that, I'm just... scared.
[What if he can't reconcile this? What if he's not able to grow and forgive and change? What if he never has the same experiences that made Lan Wangji see value in him in the first place? He doesn't want to fall back down into that dark place, he knows already what revenge can cost, would he really let himself become that again?]
[ That's precisely why he didn't want to say anything, because he had already known that the Wei Ying of his time had accepted this fate, had let go of the hatred in his heart, and was all the happier for it. He hadn't been forced to choose, or even forced to consider it, not like this. But he also hadn't been forced, a hand, feeling like he was up against himself, competing against a future version of himself.
And if Lan Wangji hadn't wanted him to feel that way either, could he be blamed? Could he really have explained in full meaning those last few months they spent together, without coloring Wei Ying's opinion with his biases? Could he really express the full impact, the same one that Wei Ying had experienced living through them?
He approaches Wei Ying again, one step at a time, not trying to startle him, not trying to invade a space he's unwelcome. But Wei Ying said he was scared, and Lan Wangji wants him to know something. ]
It's alright to be scared.
[ Lan Wangji, honestly, he's scared too. He didn't want things to happen this way. He doesn't know how to fix this, and there's very little he can't make happen with his own two hands. What use is his reputation if he can't use it to clear up Wei Ying's name? What good is all this training he's done, if he can't save the person who means most to him? ]
Let me help you. Let me stay with you.
[ He reaches out a hand, and this time, instead of just taking it for himself, he waits for Wei Ying to do so. ]
[It was something he hadn't admitted, mostly because it made him feel small and vulnerable and utterly incapable. Having Lan Wangji tell him that that of all things was alright though? It's enough for him to look up, scanning Lan Zhan's eyes for a moment before they flick away, knees drawn up near his chest protectively.
He'd heard this before, refused it before, too caught up in shouldering everything on his own. But he'd learned since then, hadn't he? Maybe not a lot, but even so, wouldn't making the same decisions just end with more people getting hurt? That was probably exactly the reason Lan Wangji had been so concerned. Logically, of course that made sense, but logic felt hard to come by, was he even thinking clearly? He couldn't deny how desperately he wanted to take the hand offered, to take the decision from his hands. All that stood in the way was pride and he'd seen over and over the downfall such a thing was.
Almost as bad was the feeling that he'd let Lan Wangji down in some way. This wasn't rule-breaking and sneaking in after curfew, this was... Well, whatever other version of himself that had handled this all without anger or lingering resentment, he wished he could share those same experiences, and be the person Lan Zhan was missing.
He nods once, slow and deliberate, glancing down at the outstretched hand. He takes it in both of his, thumbs moving slowly over his open palm.]
[ He knows, that it's painful to hear, that it's painful to know that it's something Lan Wangji kept from him. He knows he feels conflicted, that he feels a lot of contradictory emotions, that he quite possibly has this annoying weight in the pit of his stomach trying to worm its way out as if he'd swallowed whole an angry snake. He'd had these questions. He'd had sixteen years of questions.
If Wei Ying had said any of those things aloud, Lan Wangji would have told him that he just needed time, and reiterated that that's why he hadn't said anything. Because these things would've been better unfolded naturally, because something so important isn't just something that can be dropped on someone like a bombshell in ten minutes of summarizing.
He gives Wei Ying's hand a squeeze, and dares to come closer, to stay by him. It's a weight lifted off of his heart, that now Wei Ying knows everything, but it's a weight he'd transferred. He feels bad about it, but looks at him with a gentle gaze. Whatever the need, Lan Wangji would support him. ]
The entire time, I believed you.
[ Going back to Nightless City, going back to Carp Tower. That was something he hadn't communicated well enough. But he wants Wei Ying to know, even if he knew of his innocence the entire time he'd been here, that's not the only reason he's standing beside him. ]
I didn't let you know. I gave you opportunity to doubt me.
[ Isn't that what he'd thought, that Lan Wangji had only been there to take him back to Gusu, to imprison him, once a friend, now the biggest one obstacle standing in his way? ]
[Lan Zhan wouldn't lie, it was a fact as immutable as the 3000 rules of his sect. If he said he believed, Wei Wuxian could be certain it was true, even if he'd callously thrown that in his face just moments ago. Hearing it again made his stomach twist, and already Lan Zhan was the one asking to make it up to him.
He shakes his head.]
I let you down...
[He rubs a hand over his eyes again, clearing away any remnants of tear tracks.]
[ He gently shakes his head in return, and comes even closer to help Wei Ying wipe away his tears and dry his eyes. Honestly, he is taking this a lot better than Lan Wangji had anticipated. It might not have sunk in yet, or maybe this is truly just how he feels. Only time will give him an answer. ]
You could never let me down.
[ Even when he'd leapt off that cliff, Lan Wangji hadn't blamed him. No, he had only wanted Wei Ying back, and would have given almost anything just to see him smile one more time, laugh, wrinkle his nose. Lan Wangji is grateful for all this time with Wei Ying he's been gifted, so he would consider none of it disappointing.
He is possibly not the person that Wei Ying needs an embrace from right now, but as his anger subsides to something more manageable, Lan Wangji places a steady hand on his shoulder and moves forward to hold him. ]
[He still felt uncertain, but Lan Zhan's touch was grounding, something to focus on that wasn't his thoughts racing and second-guessing every action since he'd first met Meng Yao in their youth.]
Even if... if I decided I did want to hurt the people responsible?
[He lets himself be embraced this time, doesn't fight it, and rests his forehead weakly on Lan Zhan's shoulder. His anger had burned so hot once, but revenge didn't always satisfy. He was still left raw and hurting for what he and those he loved had lost. And even if he did kill Meng Yao here, would it change what had already happened?
He sighs, still not looking up, his words slightly muffled against Lan Zhan's shoulder.]
I won't... I mean, not here.
[He shakes his head minutely. Who knew what waited for them when they returned to their own worlds, after all.]
[ He knows that even Lan Xichen wouldn't blame Wei Ying for wanting to exact revenge here, in this world, even if Meng Yao hasn't done all the things that he had done to him yet. Because, after all, it would have been simpler to kill him. And he had been guilty of all those things - things that Xiongzhang blames himself for, of all things.
Instead, holding Wei Ying in his arms, he says: ]
You have a right.
[ He knows it would only bring him a little bit of solace for a moment, a singular high. It won't bring him peace in the long run. Who knows what it'll do in the long run. But regardless of what happens, he will support Wei Ying. He will attempt to stop his brother. He knows that Xichen is the most forgiving, the most selfless person he knows. And so, he would accept Wei Ying's actions, but Lan Wangji doesn't think he could bring Wei Ying back to the Cloud Recesses after.
He wouldn't say that aloud. He wouldn't want it to color what Wei Ying decides is best for himself. ]
There is one more thing. Su She has studied teleportation. He will be difficult to catch.
[ It does feel good, to be able to explain this to Wei Ying in this way. He does trust there will be enough time for him to come up with a plan once he gets home, to be clever enough to do this properly and save himself some heartache and a stabbing. ]
[Did he? If it hadn't happened to him, it would've been someone else. He hated the hierarchies and their inability to have a frank conversation. Talking around things and twisting words, sacrificing those that got in their way. Just a series of corrupt acts masquerading as good and right.]
Mm.
[Hearing about Su She only earns a sniff of derision.]
So he's mastered running away. I'll just master better traps.
[He was sure there were a number of spells and talisman that could work against teleportation, or restrict it, at least. And if not, he knew what he'd be studying in the near future. ]
[ There he was, his clever Wei Ying who always had a solution to any problem or would come up with one. He huffs out a breath and drops his chin into Wei Ying's hair, just to be nearer to him. ]
You will.
You won't have to wait long.
[ If he just wants to go home and ride this one out. There will be some painful encounters along the way, but then a happy ending. Or at least, Lan Wangji likes to believe that for them, it is one. For Wei Ying, it is. They can "retire" and start cultivating nightly, to go out and help people, the way they'd always wanted.
Maybe someday, once they'd tired of the Cloud Recesses, they could go get that idyllic cabin where Wei Ying would come home to Lan Wangji making tea, and drawing him a bath. ]
Xiongzhang... he is attempting to right wrongs, so that Meng Yao does not become what he had been.
[ Lan Wangji has sort of been trying to help, mostly by not showing up and breaking Yao-yao's legs, but you know. Whatever little bit helps. ]
[That was the trouble, wasn't it? Not knowing how long they were going to be here. How long it would take them to make it back. And even if they did, who knew how their own times might be affected? Were the days passing the same back home, without them there to see it? There was no way to be sure of anything.]
Mm.
[It made some sort of sense, that both Zewu Jun and his brother would try to fix such broken people.]
Is that what you're trying to do too?
[He lets out a slow breath.]
I don't know if I'll ever become the Wei Wuxian you come to care for.
[ The answer is immediate, swift, stern. He has a look of confusion on his face that follows it, as if he is unclear what Wei Ying is asking, because how could Wei Ying believe after all that, that it was just something that Lan Wangji up and decided one day? That Wei Ying had changed so much in those few scant months that only then was when Lan Wangji had realized his love? ]
Wei Ying.
Everything I feel for you, has been unchanged for sixteen years.
[ Technically, twenty, but he doesn't know if Wei Ying will believe him. He doesn't know if Wei Ying will even believe this, that Lan Wangji has held a candle for him, has done so in an open window every day waiting for his return like a wife who waits on a husband's letters from war.
He tugs on Wei Ying then, to pull him closer to his body, as if otherwise he might just fall through his fingers like sand. ]
[That was unexpected. He'd thought Lan Wangji might hesitantly admit that he'd hoped to help change him, or steer him toward the end he wished for. If that wasn't his goal, if he wasn't waiting to push him to become the Wei Wuxian he knew, then...
He startle a little at the revelation, lifting his head just enough to study Lan Wangji's eyes. Not that he expected to see anything but truth there, but he had to confirm it, even so.]
That long? Even before...?
[Even when he'd been such a anger-driven mess? When he'd been destroying himself slowly from the inside out. Even then? He knew better than to think Lan Zhan hated him back then, but hadn't he been so troublesome? He'd been certain there was no one that mourned the Yiling Laozu back then.]
[ Especially then, he wants to say. Because then, Wei Ying had needed the most love, had needed the most guidance and support. He would have thought it inappropriate, that Jiang Cheng or Jiang Yanli should have been the ones to reach out to him. Even Jin Zixuan, who was going to marry into his family. At the time, who was Lan Wangji? Hadn't Wei Ying said it himself? He isn't a Lan, he wouldn't kowtow to those rules. Who were the Lans anyway, on their high horses of morality?
He wishes he'd pushed past it, what was appropriate and what wasn't, and taken more initiative, ordered Wei Ying around. Maybe that's what drove him to keep things from him, what drives him to keep shielding him from physical or mental hurt, because he had failed so hard before, and regretted it for a lifetime. ]
I know what it cost you, to save the Wens. I have never forgotten, nor confused your bravery and sacrifice for pursuit of glory.
[ How could he not love him, then, through that hardship? He had never known Wei Ying to be someone hungry for power for the sake of it. He, who had offered up his own core to his brother. He, who had always had aspirations to be his brother's right-hand man. He had never feared another's shadow. What good would he have for his inventions except for knowledge, of pure curiosity, of a genuine want to improve the lives of those around him?
That Lan Wangji loves him is no mystery. That no one else has seemed to want to compete for his affections, is their loss. ]
[He'd asked himself again and again if there had been another way. He never wished to regret, but he'd found that didn't always go hand-in-hand with upholding his sense of justice. He didn't regret doing what he felt was right, but he regretted the things that followed; being cut off from his family, disowned, missing those moments he'd promised them, missing the life he'd thought he'd wanted. But he'd known that was impossible, long before the Wens. He'd given everything he could for the Jiang family, right down to his core, and if that was the trade to make them whole, he'd thought it well worth it, even if his other promises and dreams went unfulfilled.
It was human, to still want them, to mourn what could have been. He wasn't perfect, far from it, he'd snapped at those around him, when things got bad, in his weaker moments even little A-Yuan, who deserved none of his ire. Over things as silly as a few lotus sprouts. A final, snapping thread on the frayed rope that had been his mind then.
He lets out a breath then, and lets himself be held, allows himself that small measure of comfort. The embrace he returns is weak and more than a little shaky. He wishes he'd known then, wishes he'd acted on that improbable urge to ask Lan Zhan to stay. Maybe part of him had known then, that he would have said yes, and that was exactly why he'd kept it as only his own quiet wish.]
We're... okay, right? Lan Zhan... I want you to stay, okay? I don't want to go back to a time where you're not with me.
[ Lan Wangji holds him tighter still, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, pressing Wei Ying into all the curves of his body so they fit together with no room for anything separating the two of them. ]
My heart has not wavered. I do not answer for yours.
[ Because it's alright, if Wei Ying thinks this is all too much too fast. Maybe he's afraid if he breaks the engagement, that he'd lose Wangji entirely. But he needs Wei Ying to know that in all these sixteen years, all he'd ever wanted was the chance to talk to him again, to heal him, to make him happy, to take care of him. And perhaps then, he'd realize, it really doesn't matter what Lan Wangji wants. What Lan Wangji wants is Wei Ying's happiness, first and foremost and over his own.
He can only hope that the two things coincide, that what gladdens Wei Ying's heart is Lan Wangji always at his side, sometimes guarding him, sometimes guiding him, sometimes drunkenly being led by him. ]
[He had struggled before, feeling like he was shattering apart, with nothing to catch all the pieces. He knew what it was like to fall apart. He was still new to being held together. He'd always worried that caring too much for someone else would take away his freedom, like a halter around his neck, but instead it felt like coming home. A place where he was warm and wanted and whole.]
It's with you.
[He hugs Lan Zhan all the tighter, tucking his head under his chin.]
[ He's glad Wei Ying can't see him right now, because it's been an emotional journey tonight, and he was so scared he had caused himself to lose Wei Ying through withholding the truth from him. Stupid, he'd thought, and been. Stupid, and careless. He'd hurt Wei Ying, and yet for all the both of them seem to think they're on opposite pages, they're on the same one constantly looking for the other.
One escaped tear makes its way onto Wei Ying's hair, and Lan Wangji tries to disguise it with a press of his lips.
[Whether for good or ill, he doesn't notice Lan Zhan's single tear, though with how red his own eyes have been over the course of the day, he can hardly point fingers. He's just content, for the moment, to stay here. For once, he doesn't mind the silence, and doesn't try to fill it with chatter or idle talk.
When Lan Zhan asks if he wants to leave, he can't think of a single reason to stay. Lan Zhan's room has become as welcome to him as any other home he's had, and infinitely more pleasant than his own darkened chambers. He nods, pulling back slightly, taking hold of his hand, rather than his waist, and twining their fingers together with a soft squeeze.]
[ Wei Ying has wondered, for the last few weeks, if Lan Wangji would see this through. And despite being told he would, he still shies away, his confidence in the matter unstable.
And Lan Wangji pauses before leaving, taking Wei Ying's face with his free hand, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. They are fine. They will be fine. As long as Wei Ying is happy, Lan Wangji is happy. And as long as Wei Ying needs to be reminded the depths of Lan Wangji's love for him, then he's more than willing to provide.
It's only a little walk away from Yiling to the Cloud Recesses, unlike it was before. And in this place, Lan Wangji won't force Wei Ying to follow any of the now four-thousand rules. ]
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[He ran his fingers slowly through his hair. Of course he was angry. He'd been used, and the people he cared about most had paid the price. And while Lan Wangji said it was justified, he'd still been scared of what that anger would do to Wei Wuxian. It left his emotions in turmoil and confusion, and he couldn't help second-guessing his own reactions. What did any of it matter now? Here, where there was no way of knowing if they'd ever make it home again? All he could really do was... try to sort things out and see if he could make any sense of it at all.
He shook his head a moment later, rubbing at his eyes.]
But... No, I asked... It's not your fault.
[It was a dilemma he'd had before, many times. Trying to decide what was right and just, and sometimes all he could do was wait and hope he'd made the right decision. And if he couldn't believe anything else, he had to believe that Lan Zhan wouldn't have made this decision if he thought it would hurt anyone. It stung, to be left in the dark, but he couldn't yell about trust and not invest his own in the only person who'd ever tried to do the same for him.
He owed the truth, even if it was hard to say.]
More than that, I'm just... scared.
[What if he can't reconcile this? What if he's not able to grow and forgive and change? What if he never has the same experiences that made Lan Wangji see value in him in the first place? He doesn't want to fall back down into that dark place, he knows already what revenge can cost, would he really let himself become that again?]
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And if Lan Wangji hadn't wanted him to feel that way either, could he be blamed? Could he really have explained in full meaning those last few months they spent together, without coloring Wei Ying's opinion with his biases? Could he really express the full impact, the same one that Wei Ying had experienced living through them?
He approaches Wei Ying again, one step at a time, not trying to startle him, not trying to invade a space he's unwelcome. But Wei Ying said he was scared, and Lan Wangji wants him to know something. ]
It's alright to be scared.
[ Lan Wangji, honestly, he's scared too. He didn't want things to happen this way. He doesn't know how to fix this, and there's very little he can't make happen with his own two hands. What use is his reputation if he can't use it to clear up Wei Ying's name? What good is all this training he's done, if he can't save the person who means most to him? ]
Let me help you. Let me stay with you.
[ He reaches out a hand, and this time, instead of just taking it for himself, he waits for Wei Ying to do so. ]
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He'd heard this before, refused it before, too caught up in shouldering everything on his own. But he'd learned since then, hadn't he? Maybe not a lot, but even so, wouldn't making the same decisions just end with more people getting hurt? That was probably exactly the reason Lan Wangji had been so concerned. Logically, of course that made sense, but logic felt hard to come by, was he even thinking clearly? He couldn't deny how desperately he wanted to take the hand offered, to take the decision from his hands. All that stood in the way was pride and he'd seen over and over the downfall such a thing was.
Almost as bad was the feeling that he'd let Lan Wangji down in some way. This wasn't rule-breaking and sneaking in after curfew, this was... Well, whatever other version of himself that had handled this all without anger or lingering resentment, he wished he could share those same experiences, and be the person Lan Zhan was missing.
He nods once, slow and deliberate, glancing down at the outstretched hand. He takes it in both of his, thumbs moving slowly over his open palm.]
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If Wei Ying had said any of those things aloud, Lan Wangji would have told him that he just needed time, and reiterated that that's why he hadn't said anything. Because these things would've been better unfolded naturally, because something so important isn't just something that can be dropped on someone like a bombshell in ten minutes of summarizing.
He gives Wei Ying's hand a squeeze, and dares to come closer, to stay by him. It's a weight lifted off of his heart, that now Wei Ying knows everything, but it's a weight he'd transferred. He feels bad about it, but looks at him with a gentle gaze. Whatever the need, Lan Wangji would support him. ]
The entire time, I believed you.
[ Going back to Nightless City, going back to Carp Tower. That was something he hadn't communicated well enough. But he wants Wei Ying to know, even if he knew of his innocence the entire time he'd been here, that's not the only reason he's standing beside him. ]
I didn't let you know. I gave you opportunity to doubt me.
[ Isn't that what he'd thought, that Lan Wangji had only been there to take him back to Gusu, to imprison him, once a friend, now the biggest one obstacle standing in his way? ]
Will you let me make it up to you?
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He shakes his head.]
I let you down...
[He rubs a hand over his eyes again, clearing away any remnants of tear tracks.]
Shouldn't I be the one saying that?
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You could never let me down.
[ Even when he'd leapt off that cliff, Lan Wangji hadn't blamed him. No, he had only wanted Wei Ying back, and would have given almost anything just to see him smile one more time, laugh, wrinkle his nose. Lan Wangji is grateful for all this time with Wei Ying he's been gifted, so he would consider none of it disappointing.
He is possibly not the person that Wei Ying needs an embrace from right now, but as his anger subsides to something more manageable, Lan Wangji places a steady hand on his shoulder and moves forward to hold him. ]
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Even if... if I decided I did want to hurt the people responsible?
[He lets himself be embraced this time, doesn't fight it, and rests his forehead weakly on Lan Zhan's shoulder. His anger had burned so hot once, but revenge didn't always satisfy. He was still left raw and hurting for what he and those he loved had lost. And even if he did kill Meng Yao here, would it change what had already happened?
He sighs, still not looking up, his words slightly muffled against Lan Zhan's shoulder.]
I won't... I mean, not here.
[He shakes his head minutely. Who knew what waited for them when they returned to their own worlds, after all.]
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Instead, holding Wei Ying in his arms, he says: ]
You have a right.
[ He knows it would only bring him a little bit of solace for a moment, a singular high. It won't bring him peace in the long run. Who knows what it'll do in the long run. But regardless of what happens, he will support Wei Ying. He will attempt to stop his brother. He knows that Xichen is the most forgiving, the most selfless person he knows. And so, he would accept Wei Ying's actions, but Lan Wangji doesn't think he could bring Wei Ying back to the Cloud Recesses after.
He wouldn't say that aloud. He wouldn't want it to color what Wei Ying decides is best for himself. ]
There is one more thing. Su She has studied teleportation. He will be difficult to catch.
[ It does feel good, to be able to explain this to Wei Ying in this way. He does trust there will be enough time for him to come up with a plan once he gets home, to be clever enough to do this properly and save himself some heartache and a stabbing. ]
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Mm.
[Hearing about Su She only earns a sniff of derision.]
So he's mastered running away. I'll just master better traps.
[He was sure there were a number of spells and talisman that could work against teleportation, or restrict it, at least. And if not, he knew what he'd be studying in the near future. ]
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You will.
You won't have to wait long.
[ If he just wants to go home and ride this one out. There will be some painful encounters along the way, but then a happy ending. Or at least, Lan Wangji likes to believe that for them, it is one. For Wei Ying, it is. They can "retire" and start cultivating nightly, to go out and help people, the way they'd always wanted.
Maybe someday, once they'd tired of the Cloud Recesses, they could go get that idyllic cabin where Wei Ying would come home to Lan Wangji making tea, and drawing him a bath. ]
Xiongzhang... he is attempting to right wrongs, so that Meng Yao does not become what he had been.
[ Lan Wangji has sort of been trying to help, mostly by not showing up and breaking Yao-yao's legs, but you know. Whatever little bit helps. ]
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Mm.
[It made some sort of sense, that both Zewu Jun and his brother would try to fix such broken people.]
Is that what you're trying to do too?
[He lets out a slow breath.]
I don't know if I'll ever become the Wei Wuxian you come to care for.
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[ The answer is immediate, swift, stern. He has a look of confusion on his face that follows it, as if he is unclear what Wei Ying is asking, because how could Wei Ying believe after all that, that it was just something that Lan Wangji up and decided one day? That Wei Ying had changed so much in those few scant months that only then was when Lan Wangji had realized his love? ]
Wei Ying.
Everything I feel for you, has been unchanged for sixteen years.
[ Technically, twenty, but he doesn't know if Wei Ying will believe him. He doesn't know if Wei Ying will even believe this, that Lan Wangji has held a candle for him, has done so in an open window every day waiting for his return like a wife who waits on a husband's letters from war.
He tugs on Wei Ying then, to pull him closer to his body, as if otherwise he might just fall through his fingers like sand. ]
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He startle a little at the revelation, lifting his head just enough to study Lan Wangji's eyes. Not that he expected to see anything but truth there, but he had to confirm it, even so.]
That long? Even before...?
[Even when he'd been such a anger-driven mess? When he'd been destroying himself slowly from the inside out. Even then? He knew better than to think Lan Zhan hated him back then, but hadn't he been so troublesome? He'd been certain there was no one that mourned the Yiling Laozu back then.]
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He wishes he'd pushed past it, what was appropriate and what wasn't, and taken more initiative, ordered Wei Ying around. Maybe that's what drove him to keep things from him, what drives him to keep shielding him from physical or mental hurt, because he had failed so hard before, and regretted it for a lifetime. ]
I know what it cost you, to save the Wens. I have never forgotten, nor confused your bravery and sacrifice for pursuit of glory.
[ How could he not love him, then, through that hardship? He had never known Wei Ying to be someone hungry for power for the sake of it. He, who had offered up his own core to his brother. He, who had always had aspirations to be his brother's right-hand man. He had never feared another's shadow. What good would he have for his inventions except for knowledge, of pure curiosity, of a genuine want to improve the lives of those around him?
That Lan Wangji loves him is no mystery. That no one else has seemed to want to compete for his affections, is their loss. ]
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It was human, to still want them, to mourn what could have been. He wasn't perfect, far from it, he'd snapped at those around him, when things got bad, in his weaker moments even little A-Yuan, who deserved none of his ire. Over things as silly as a few lotus sprouts. A final, snapping thread on the frayed rope that had been his mind then.
He lets out a breath then, and lets himself be held, allows himself that small measure of comfort. The embrace he returns is weak and more than a little shaky. He wishes he'd known then, wishes he'd acted on that improbable urge to ask Lan Zhan to stay. Maybe part of him had known then, that he would have said yes, and that was exactly why he'd kept it as only his own quiet wish.]
We're... okay, right? Lan Zhan... I want you to stay, okay? I don't want to go back to a time where you're not with me.
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My heart has not wavered. I do not answer for yours.
[ Because it's alright, if Wei Ying thinks this is all too much too fast. Maybe he's afraid if he breaks the engagement, that he'd lose Wangji entirely. But he needs Wei Ying to know that in all these sixteen years, all he'd ever wanted was the chance to talk to him again, to heal him, to make him happy, to take care of him. And perhaps then, he'd realize, it really doesn't matter what Lan Wangji wants. What Lan Wangji wants is Wei Ying's happiness, first and foremost and over his own.
He can only hope that the two things coincide, that what gladdens Wei Ying's heart is Lan Wangji always at his side, sometimes guarding him, sometimes guiding him, sometimes drunkenly being led by him. ]
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It's with you.
[He hugs Lan Zhan all the tighter, tucking his head under his chin.]
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One escaped tear makes its way onto Wei Ying's hair, and Lan Wangji tries to disguise it with a press of his lips.
After a pause, he asks: ]
My chambers?
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When Lan Zhan asks if he wants to leave, he can't think of a single reason to stay. Lan Zhan's room has become as welcome to him as any other home he's had, and infinitely more pleasant than his own darkened chambers. He nods, pulling back slightly, taking hold of his hand, rather than his waist, and twining their fingers together with a soft squeeze.]
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And Lan Wangji pauses before leaving, taking Wei Ying's face with his free hand, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. They are fine. They will be fine. As long as Wei Ying is happy, Lan Wangji is happy. And as long as Wei Ying needs to be reminded the depths of Lan Wangji's love for him, then he's more than willing to provide.
It's only a little walk away from Yiling to the Cloud Recesses, unlike it was before. And in this place, Lan Wangji won't force Wei Ying to follow any of the now four-thousand rules. ]