If you are able to, please contact me at your earliest convenience.
[ It's not nearly as courteous as he would normally be when writing someone a message, but look, it's the best he can do when he's worried. Not being able to find Wangji or Wei Wuxian is very much a cause for concern. ]
[Sometime in the late evening, there's a knock on the door. He can't spend time with him, considering how his Wei Ying is emotionally fragile as of now. It was a neatly folded note, sealed with a drop of red wax and written in elegant calligraphy addressed to him. When he opens it, it reads]
Thank you for the help. I'm in debt to you. Wei Ying has return. However, he is covered in gold.
[He leaves it at that. Short, but said much. He left to attend to his fiance.]
[He doesn't find it right away, not until the next morning, but he recognizes the tidy writing. The message is a little cryptic, though that seems Lan Zhan's usual brand of blunt and straightforward. If he's taken the time to write things out, and affix a seal, things must at least, be somewhat all right. Thankfully, his soul-twin has returned. But...
Covered in gold? Surely Lan Zhan didn't mean he'd come back dressed up like he'd been outfitted by the Jin clan. The only gold he'd seen much of here was... he'd seen that strange molten metal, attached to Lan Xichen's arm, and that was cause enough to worry. Maybe Lan Zhan wasn't comfortable talking over text, but... he should still follow up.]
Lan Zhan? Debt, don't be silly, there's no debts between us. I'm glad he's come back. He's gold, though? Is he okay? I'm here if you need me. Stay safe, okay?
[Once he confirmed with staff that Sizhui is gone, presumably sent back home, he did have one item that belongs to him. He believed it's better to give away to the rightful parents]
Wei Ying...? I have something that belongs to Sizhui's. If you want it, I can give it to you.
[Wei Wuxian looks pretty dismal when he answers. His eyes are red-rimmed from crying earlier, and he's obviously still fairly upset about his missing son.]
[There's a knock on the door. When Wei Wuxian opens the door, Lan Wangji stands there, and he comes bearing gifts.
It's not much, but it's all he has to give. He comes with a jar of Emperor smiles and a bouquet of flowers that he bought from one of the florist shops. All the flowers are red to match his red ribbon. Both which he hands it over.]
[Wei Wuxian often sleeps late, and today is no different. When he answers the door, it's with hastily thrown on robes and messy hair, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He blinks a few times, looking from the flowers to the wine to Lan Zhan, then breaks into a wide smile.]
Lan Wangji marches up to Wei Ying, looking like a man on a warpath. He stops suddenly, in front of his husband. Whatever he was doing previously, it can wait.
Not two weeks they've been married.
"You kissed him again," he says more than accuses, voice factual, steady, but simmering beneath the surface.
Wei Wuxian has been attempting talismans, now that there's those worrying scarecrows about, but when Lan Zhan suddenly approaches, he startles and the brush tumbles to the table, scattering drops of ink. He hasn't seen a face that venomous since they were only teenagers, he thinks, and once Lan Zhan speaks, the reason becomes clearer. Wei Wuxian's mouth falls open and it takes him a beat to recover.
It's been a while since then, and he'd almost put it from his mind. They were married now, and the other Lan Wangji hadn't done anything untoward since. He'd thought it was better to just let it slide, but apparently that was coming back to bite him.
"W-w-w-wait, okay, okay first of all, I didn't kiss anybody! He kissed me, both times!" he puts his hands up defensively, stumbling over his words as he tries to put them together. If Lan Zhan's soul-twin had asked or given him a chance to consent, he wants to believe he wouldn't have taken part, but it was all muddied waters now.
( it's only when she has jiang cheng calmed down and not clawing out of his own better mind that she realises her phone, tiny as it is in comparison to her present bulk, can do what she presently cannot: reach directly to wei wuxian.
verbal commands are something she's figured out more on accident than purpose, but she's glad for it now. )
A-Xian? A-Xian, please talk to me.
( because with A-Cheng, that'd been the thing he was finding harder and harder to do, until he rallied to fight whatever was stealing his sense away from him. )
[Wei Wuxian's transformation has left him a bit more feral than usual, but at least his body is still mostly human, and the majority of his clothing and belongings are still intact and on his person. He's been lurking through the woods, caught up in the wild magic, but if there's one voice that can cut through even the worst fog and wild energy in his mind, it's hers.]
Shijie?
[The voice sounds far away at first, an odd growl to it, and there's no small amount of rustling and fumbling that follows. He comes in clearer a moment later, but his voice still sounds odd, rougher perhaps, strained maybe, or as if he's talking through too many teeth.]
Shijie, what's- Where are you? Is everything okay?
[ He'd debated a bit, before moving forward with this - it feels unnecessary at the same time as it feels essential, to make sure that the others know of the complicated situation. So he calls, and after a quick greeting, he moves right into the matter at hand. ]
Jin Guangyao is here. [ Jin Guangyao, not Meng Yao, a distinction that will probably only be of any importance for those who were also at the hotel. ] He says he does not remember much beyond names and faces, relationships and some historical events. The doctors say it is due to the trauma of his arrival.
[There's an audible clattering as Wei Wuxian drops his phone.]
Lan Zhan?
[He doesn't bother to pick it up, and instead makes a beeline for Lan Zhan and sits dazedly across from him, hands hitting the tabletop with more force than he'd meant.]
Who is this? Wait- where are you? Can you keep him from- augh, from drowning himself for a few minutes? I'll come to you.
[There's a bit of worried muttering about how Wei Wuxian is supposed to be the one getting himself in trouble, not Lan Zhan, but it's clearly half relief, half consternation.]
Tell him Wei Ying will be very upset if he misses a day, so he's not allowed to drown!
[one day, he'll have to apologize for how long this took just because he couldn't decide whether he should call wei wuxian ‘senior wei’ or ‘father,’ but in the man's favor, it does finally end up being the latter.]
Lan Wangji is at Wei Ying's bedside when he chooses to wake, meditating seated by their bed, looking up when he starts to stir. Lan Wangji then moves to sit at the foot of the bed and procures his qin from the hammerspace in which it resides. He begins to pluck a song: it's a new one that he hasn't played for anyone just yet. It's soft, but quite fast-paced for Lan Wangji, and a happy composition.
He finishes playing, and puts his qin away, back from whence it came. He waits, patiently, for a verdict.
Wei Wuxian is no early riser, not if he doesn't have to be, and Lan Zhan has seen fit to spoil him time and again. He wakes to the familiar sound of the qin, his husband's skilled fingers on the strings with expert precision. It's a while before he blinks himself awake, sits up amid the sheets, and gives a yawn as he stretches. He rarely bothers with robes to sleep in, given that they usually end up in a pile on the floor, and he scoots to the edge of the bed, sheets gathered haphazardly over his bare skin.
"Lan Zhan?" he tilts his head, reaching childishly for his husband, once the instrument is carefully put away.
"That one is new, isn't it?" he asks, knowing full well by now every song in Lan Zhan's repertoire. His love doesn't do anything without reason, and he waits with a pleased smile for any explanation Lan Zhan might give.
"It's different, but it feels- " he looks thoughtful, tapping his chin, "joyful. Lan Zhan must be in a good mood, hm?"
[ His voice is warm and fond, and he hopes he's hiding any nerves he feels well. He'd waited until much later in the day than Lan Xichen himself wakes up, though it is technically still morning. ]
Are you available for me to visit?
[ He loves his brother and brother-in-law very much, and enjoys spending as much time with them as he can, but he has gotten in the habit of calling first before he comes by if he isn't expected. ]
[It's evening, late. Shepard is well aware that it's been some time since they spoke, and that this is— well, out of the blue would be disingenuous. Out of the black? Out of character, perhaps. But it's gone on long enough.
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voice (ack, so sorry for the late response, been out for a bit!)
[He feels the weight of the recent losses as heavily as if they were family from his own world. But they had all been together so long at this point that it was just as hard to wake up and see their names gone from the list...one right after the other...that he knew he had to reach out to those that were left. He knew how hard they would also be taking this.]
I know how hard this is. I'm probably not the best of support but I still have a big supply of alcohol. If you need a drinking partner, you know I can out drink you.
[Maybe not outdrink himself but...he can still pretend that he can. And he knows just how hard it is to lose Lan Zhan. He's lost him several times at this point...So at least he can try to support his other self through this as well.]
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text; sometime while wwx is in isolation
[ It's not nearly as courteous as he would normally be when writing someone a message, but look, it's the best he can do when he's worried. Not being able to find Wangji or Wei Wuxian is very much a cause for concern. ]
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Zewu Jun? Is Lan Zhan with you? Is he all right?
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Thank you for the help. I'm in debt to you.
Wei Ying has return. However, he is covered in gold.
[He leaves it at that. Short, but said much. He left to attend to his fiance.]
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Covered in gold? Surely Lan Zhan didn't mean he'd come back dressed up like he'd been outfitted by the Jin clan. The only gold he'd seen much of here was... he'd seen that strange molten metal, attached to Lan Xichen's arm, and that was cause enough to worry. Maybe Lan Zhan wasn't comfortable talking over text, but... he should still follow up.]
Lan Zhan? Debt, don't be silly, there's no debts between us.
I'm glad he's come back. He's gold, though? Is he okay?
I'm here if you need me. Stay safe, okay?
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video; sometime after he discovered Sizhui is gone
Wei Ying...? I have something that belongs to Sizhui's. If you want it, I can give it to you.
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Oh, mm, I can hold onto it.
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[After Lan Wanji's death]
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The bar?
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action; morning
It's not much, but it's all he has to give. He comes with a jar of Emperor smiles and a bouquet of flowers that he bought from one of the florist shops. All the flowers are red to match his red ribbon. Both which he hands it over.]
Wei Ying. It's for you.
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Lan Zhan! What's this about?
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in person, in october
Not two weeks they've been married.
"You kissed him again," he says more than accuses, voice factual, steady, but simmering beneath the surface.
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It's been a while since then, and he'd almost put it from his mind. They were married now, and the other Lan Wangji hadn't done anything untoward since. He'd thought it was better to just let it slide, but apparently that was coming back to bite him.
"W-w-w-wait, okay, okay first of all, I didn't kiss anybody! He kissed me, both times!" he puts his hands up defensively, stumbling over his words as he tries to put them together. If Lan Zhan's soul-twin had asked or given him a chance to consent, he wants to believe he wouldn't have taken part, but it was all muddied waters now.
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voice | day one feral week
verbal commands are something she's figured out more on accident than purpose, but she's glad for it now. )
A-Xian? A-Xian, please talk to me.
( because with A-Cheng, that'd been the thing he was finding harder and harder to do, until he rallied to fight whatever was stealing his sense away from him. )
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Shijie?
[The voice sounds far away at first, an odd growl to it, and there's no small amount of rustling and fumbling that follows. He comes in clearer a moment later, but his voice still sounds odd, rougher perhaps, strained maybe, or as if he's talking through too many teeth.]
Shijie, what's- Where are you? Is everything okay?
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Fondly,
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Shijie?
Wait.
Did you hear?!
When?!
Aaaaaaah. We make sure to properly use them if we're not at home, but I didn't think to. um.
PLEASE ERASE IT FROM YOUR MEMORY. I'M BEGGING.
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voice; a few days before the dinner party
Jin Guangyao is here. [ Jin Guangyao, not Meng Yao, a distinction that will probably only be of any importance for those who were also at the hotel. ] He says he does not remember much beyond names and faces, relationships and some historical events. The doctors say it is due to the trauma of his arrival.
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Mm, we met briefly.
[There's a slow breath, as he turns that information over. The doctors said that? Or Jin Guangyao just told him the doctors had said it?]
I can't say I know him well enough to be sure if it was the truth, so I'll have to defer to you, Dabo.
Lan Zhan only told me some of what happened, so I'm not sure how it all ended up, but I know after I...
[Died, he doesn't say.]
When I was revived, there were a lot of things I didn't remember. And when I finally did, there were plenty I wished were left forgotten.
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Wei Ying.
[ He presses down on the notes to stop them from playing. ]
It is about Jiang Wanyin.
[ He sits up straight, and takes his time. ]
He informed me he intends to court my brother.
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Lan Zhan?
[He doesn't bother to pick it up, and instead makes a beeline for Lan Zhan and sits dazedly across from him, hands hitting the tabletop with more force than he'd meant.]
Wait. Wait. Wait. Go back. What??? Since when?
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is that you???
i'm trying to stop him from getting drowned and he keeps asking about you
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Yes, that's me, I-
Who is this? Wait- where are you? Can you keep him from- augh, from drowning himself for a few minutes? I'll come to you.
[There's a bit of worried muttering about how Wei Wuxian is supposed to be the one getting himself in trouble, not Lan Zhan, but it's clearly half relief, half consternation.]
Tell him Wei Ying will be very upset if he misses a day, so he's not allowed to drown!
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voice; un: husbunny
You're awake?! Since when? Is Dabo with you?
Aaaah, you're worried about that?! There's plenty of time to ask!
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text; first week of the month
Hello, Father, is there a chance we could talk?
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Sure. You still have a key, right?
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un: sandushengshou
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He finishes playing, and puts his qin away, back from whence it came. He waits, patiently, for a verdict.
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"Lan Zhan?" he tilts his head, reaching childishly for his husband, once the instrument is carefully put away.
"That one is new, isn't it?" he asks, knowing full well by now every song in Lan Zhan's repertoire. His love doesn't do anything without reason, and he waits with a pleased smile for any explanation Lan Zhan might give.
"It's different, but it feels- " he looks thoughtful, tapping his chin, "joyful. Lan Zhan must be in a good mood, hm?"
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voice; a few days after the festival
[ His voice is warm and fond, and he hopes he's hiding any nerves he feels well. He'd waited until much later in the day than Lan Xichen himself wakes up, though it is technically still morning. ]
Are you available for me to visit?
[ He loves his brother and brother-in-law very much, and enjoys spending as much time with them as he can, but he has gotten in the habit of calling first before he comes by if he isn't expected. ]
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Dabo?
[He can practically hear the smile in his brother-in-law's voice, and returns one in kind.]
En, anytime for you! [As if he doesn't realize this is a courtesy to keep from walking in on them... again.]
Everything okay? Ah, I'm sure you'll tell me when you get here. I'll put some tea on, yeah?
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UN: CMDR.SHEPARD | voice
[It's evening, late. Shepard is well aware that it's been some time since they spoke, and that this is— well, out of the blue would be disingenuous. Out of the black? Out of character, perhaps. But it's gone on long enough.
She clears her throat.]
You got a minute to talk?
voice (ack, so sorry for the late response, been out for a bit!)
Hey Shepherd!
[A yawn.]
Yeah, yeah of course! What's up?
(No worries <3)
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text; un:jin_guangyao (a few days before lwj's birthday)
I am going to ask a sincere question. I hope it will be answered with the same good faith in which it was posed.
text; un: husbunny
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[text] - (backdated to shortly after LWJ leaves)
I know how hard this is. I'm probably not the best of support but I still have a big supply of alcohol. If you need a drinking partner, you know I can out drink you.
[Maybe not outdrink himself but...he can still pretend that he can. And he knows just how hard it is to lose Lan Zhan. He's lost him several times at this point...So at least he can try to support his other self through this as well.]