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[He lets out an even louder groan when Lan Zhan turns his idea down, but at least the kiss is nice. He still makes a face, but it eases when Lan Zhan presses in close to reassure him.]
Okay... soon.
[He rubs sleep from his eyes and watches Lan Zhan leave before dragging himself to the bathroom. Splashing some water on his face helps, but he only gets so far as toothbrush in hand before he runs out of steam and finds the bed again. He starts to doze, sprawled awkwardly across the bed, teeth half-brushed, minty-fresh paste and drool at the corner of his mouth, brush clutched to his chest.]
Okay... soon.
[He rubs sleep from his eyes and watches Lan Zhan leave before dragging himself to the bathroom. Splashing some water on his face helps, but he only gets so far as toothbrush in hand before he runs out of steam and finds the bed again. He starts to doze, sprawled awkwardly across the bed, teeth half-brushed, minty-fresh paste and drool at the corner of his mouth, brush clutched to his chest.]
Soon.
[ Lan Wangji comes back in softly, places the plates down on a table, and then goes to the bathroom to rinse his feet clean as he is accustomed to doing now that they're always barefoot.
He sees Wei Ying sleeping there with a brush clutched to his chest, and can't bring himself to wake him up. He just sets up breakfast, and patiently waits for him to awaken. ]
[ Lan Wangji comes back in softly, places the plates down on a table, and then goes to the bathroom to rinse his feet clean as he is accustomed to doing now that they're always barefoot.
He sees Wei Ying sleeping there with a brush clutched to his chest, and can't bring himself to wake him up. He just sets up breakfast, and patiently waits for him to awaken. ]
[Even if the sound of Lan Zhan's return doesn't wake him, the smell of fresh breakfast has him blinking back into wakefulness in a few moments. He startles for a moment, then rubs at his mouth, teeth still coated with the remnants of mint as he sits up.
His sleepy eyes flick around the room until he spots Lan Wangji, and he clambers out of the bed to sit beside him at the table, close enough to use his shoulder as his new pillow. When that isn't sufficiently close, he threads his arm through Lan Zhan's before he seems satisfied.]
What's on the menu?
[He yawns.]
His sleepy eyes flick around the room until he spots Lan Wangji, and he clambers out of the bed to sit beside him at the table, close enough to use his shoulder as his new pillow. When that isn't sufficiently close, he threads his arm through Lan Zhan's before he seems satisfied.]
What's on the menu?
[He yawns.]
Firstly, finish brushing.
[ He stands up and picks Wei Ying up as if he's a basket of fruit, trying to get him to his feet, so they can go brush. He hasn't done it either, so they can share a sink.
He can brush with his left arm so they can keep them looped together. ]
[ He stands up and picks Wei Ying up as if he's a basket of fruit, trying to get him to his feet, so they can go brush. He hasn't done it either, so they can share a sink.
He can brush with his left arm so they can keep them looped together. ]
[Wei Wuxian continues his morning ritual of communicating with little more than a series of grunts and groans.]
They're just gonna get dirty again after we eat.
[Still, he complies, leaning on Lan Zhan sleepily as he finishes brushing and rinsing.]
They're just gonna get dirty again after we eat.
[Still, he complies, leaning on Lan Zhan sleepily as he finishes brushing and rinsing.]
[ That's the point, they'll brush later. But he finishes up, and helps Wei Ying wipe his mouth, and then takes him back to the table. ]
Congee with roast duck. Steamed buns. Soy milk.
[ Boring, except the roast duck, which is conspicuously missing from Lan Wangji's bowl. ]
Congee with roast duck. Steamed buns. Soy milk.
[ Boring, except the roast duck, which is conspicuously missing from Lan Wangji's bowl. ]
So bland...
[On his weak stomach, that actually sounds pretty good, and he's quick to tug Lan Zhan back toward the table as soon as he's deemed his mouth clean enough. He's barely sat down before he's stuffing a bun in his mouth and sighing contentedly as it hits his stomach, despite his complaints.]
Did you sleep okay?
[He asks, knowing the answer is probably no, and he's probably at least partlymostly to blame.]
[On his weak stomach, that actually sounds pretty good, and he's quick to tug Lan Zhan back toward the table as soon as he's deemed his mouth clean enough. He's barely sat down before he's stuffing a bun in his mouth and sighing contentedly as it hits his stomach, despite his complaints.]
Did you sleep okay?
[He asks, knowing the answer is probably no, and he's probably at least partly
[The short answer was not really, but there were flashes of memory here and there. He'd gone to the rave and then... Lan Zhan carried him back to the room, he was pretty sure. And then... he'd taken a bath, for sure, because he was still in one of Lan Zhan's soft robes. The memories of being sick at some point were a bit clearer, toward the end of the night, he thought.]
Hmm. Well... not very much, I don't think... should I ask for a reminder or are some things best left forgotten?
[He laughs a little at that before stuffing the rest of the bun in his mouth and reaching for his bowl of congee.]
Hmm. Well... not very much, I don't think... should I ask for a reminder or are some things best left forgotten?
[He laughs a little at that before stuffing the rest of the bun in his mouth and reaching for his bowl of congee.]
[ Lan Wangji will have to tell him about the other Wei Ying again, and boy is that going to be embarrassing for him. But he will start instead with something else. ]
You asked me if I would change my mind.
I need you to know, that I will not.
[ No matter what happens, no matter where they end up, he needs Wei Ying to know that, unconditionally, he feels the same. ]
You asked me if I would change my mind.
I need you to know, that I will not.
[ No matter what happens, no matter where they end up, he needs Wei Ying to know that, unconditionally, he feels the same. ]
[He's already got a mouthful of rice in his mouth as Lan Zhan starts talking, and there's something vaguely familiar about the conversation, but he can't quite put his finger on it. His mouth is still full of rice, but he just talks around it, chewing thoughtfully.]
Change your mind about what?
Change your mind about what?
[He makes a choking sound into his bowl. He'd asked what?
Wei Wuxian reaches for his soy milk, still coughing.]
I... oh. Um...
I wouldn't take it to uh- seriously, you know I say a lot of ridiculous things when I'm-
[He puts a hand over his face, unable to hide the blush creeping in.]
That's... generous of you. Given what I probably put you through.
Wei Wuxian reaches for his soy milk, still coughing.]
I... oh. Um...
I wouldn't take it to uh- seriously, you know I say a lot of ridiculous things when I'm-
[He puts a hand over his face, unable to hide the blush creeping in.]
That's... generous of you. Given what I probably put you through.
[If he was red before, he's pink to the tips of his ears now, hiding his face behind his bowl. Just how many doubts and insecurities had he let slip while he was too drunk to stop himself?]
I understand. I shouldn't have... doubted, but- that was just-
[He sighs resignedly.]
Did I say anything else?
I understand. I shouldn't have... doubted, but- that was just-
[He sighs resignedly.]
Did I say anything else?
Mm...
[He continues to hide behind his bowl, slowly finishing his congee. It's hardly an answer. Just how much did he say? Whatever it was, it hadn't been enough to scare Lan Zhan away, only make him feel compelled to be more honest, to make himself crystal clear.]
I want you too.
[He continues to hide behind his bowl, slowly finishing his congee. It's hardly an answer. Just how much did he say? Whatever it was, it hadn't been enough to scare Lan Zhan away, only make him feel compelled to be more honest, to make himself crystal clear.]
I want you too.
[ Well, he knows that much. He's sure now. He just wishes Wei Ying would have said something earlier, instead of making him believe he would only be interested in Lan Wangji had he been born a woman.
As far as he knows, that matter is settled, even as things worm their way into his heart.
In Lan Wangji fashion, he has decided this part of the conversation is over by just upping and leaving, though he does come back and pour them both some tea. ]
As far as he knows, that matter is settled, even as things worm their way into his heart.
In Lan Wangji fashion, he has decided this part of the conversation is over by just upping and leaving, though he does come back and pour them both some tea. ]
[His mouth hangs open a moment as Lan Zhan abruptly leaves the table. Wasn't it a tender moment? Shouldn't he have leaned in and kissed him? A sweet embrace? He's left pouting, even if the tea does smell good.
He isn't quite so shameless as to crawl over into Lan Zhan's lap, but only just. He sits beside him, legs brushing together as he perches on his shoulder, looking up at those perfect jade features.]
Lan Zhan... is icewater running in your veins? Your beloved says he wants you and making tea is more important?
He isn't quite so shameless as to crawl over into Lan Zhan's lap, but only just. He sits beside him, legs brushing together as he perches on his shoulder, looking up at those perfect jade features.]
Lan Zhan... is icewater running in your veins? Your beloved says he wants you and making tea is more important?
[ Lan Wangji continues to make the tea, unfettered, and slowly places the kettle back on the trivet. ]
You are still feeling the effects of drinking.
[ But he does tenderly brush Wei Ying's hair behind one ear and press a kiss to his temple. It's sweet, it's chaste, and most importantly, it is barely there. ]
Let me know when you do not, if you feel the same, and I will not turn you away.
You are still feeling the effects of drinking.
[ But he does tenderly brush Wei Ying's hair behind one ear and press a kiss to his temple. It's sweet, it's chaste, and most importantly, it is barely there. ]
Let me know when you do not, if you feel the same, and I will not turn you away.
[He sits back down, unsatisfied.]
Are you underestimating me now? How often do you think I drink? This is nothing.
[Okay, maybe he still has a lingering headache, and his stomach has only just begun to settle, but it still stings his pride just a little. He picks up the cup of tea, sipping occasionally.]
Are you underestimating me now? How often do you think I drink? This is nothing.
[Okay, maybe he still has a lingering headache, and his stomach has only just begun to settle, but it still stings his pride just a little. He picks up the cup of tea, sipping occasionally.]
[It's lucky he wasn't in the middle of taking a sip, or he'd be choking once again. If there's a faster way to kill the mood, he's not sure what it would be.]
Wow. Such a tempting offer.
[His voice is flat and unamused.]
Wow. Such a tempting offer.
[His voice is flat and unamused.]
Then we will wait.
[ He sips more tea, and calmly places all their plates in a pile to place outside for pickup. Of all the terrible things in the hotel, that at least is kind of convenient.
After he drops those off outside, he comes back and drops to a seat beside Wei Ying, and presses their foreheads together. ]
[ He sips more tea, and calmly places all their plates in a pile to place outside for pickup. Of all the terrible things in the hotel, that at least is kind of convenient.
After he drops those off outside, he comes back and drops to a seat beside Wei Ying, and presses their foreheads together. ]
[He clings to his cup of tea, feeling a bit guilty as Lan Zhan clears away the breakfast. As sweet as it is for Lan Zhan to get so close again after breakfast, within easy kissing distance, Wei Wuxian can't help but give him grief for refusing him earlier.]
You'll be waiting a while then.
[Or at least as long as Wei Wuxian can resist.]
You'll be waiting a while then.
[Or at least as long as Wei Wuxian can resist.]
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