[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'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. ]