[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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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. ]