sadflutenoises | IC Inbox - Wei Wuxian

[ He comes back over after putting away the rest of his clothes, and starts to undo his trousers. ]

You are especially good.

[ He looks down with a soft expression, something curious and amused right behind his irises.

When Wei Ying is naked, he pats his hip to signify for him to come along, as he tips a little of the bubble solution into the water and tops it off to start creating the little white clouds. ]

[He beams at that; any compliment from Lan Zhan is high praise. If there's one thing that hasn't changed though, it's his ability to be completely shameless when drunk. He gently boops the tip of Lan Zhan's nose, then eagerly makes for the tub. The baths here are much more spacious, and yet the porcelain is slick and easy to lose one's footing in.]

Lan Zhan, did you take your bath already? There's enough room if you-

[He leans on Lan Zhan, gripping his shoulder tightly as he takes a step in, only to immediately lose footing as he plops down with a large splash.]

[ The tub is also porcelain, so the first thing that Lan Wangji does is go over and make sure that Wei Ying hasn't hurt himself, more than he'd feel due to the drunkenness. He closes his eyes for a bit, the equivalent of rubbing his temples. ]

I have not.

[ And now his clothes are wet and vaguely soapy, so he starts to take them off so he can hang them on a chair to dry. ]

[Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, it as amused as ever, laughing in the unsettled waters, covering his mouth slightly when he sees that he's managed to soak Lan Zhan as well.]

There's room! It's a big tub. And the bubbly soap smells nice.

[His hand beats a soft slap-slap along the waters surface, as if offering up a seat among the bubbles. His voice takes on a slight sing-song.]

You know you waaaaant to.

[ He gives Wei Ying a look but gets undressed quickly - like honestly, how does he do that with all his layers - and folds up his clothes to place over on the chair.

He slides into the tub, legs going on for days, and beckons for Wei Ying to come lean against him. Honestly, it's so he has better access to wash his back and his hair, but he doesn't need to know that. ]

Much better!

[It's much easier than a soggy Lan Zhan trying to help scrub him, he thinks. It takes some fidgeting, but he eventually twists around so he can sit in front of Lan Zhan. The hot water feels nice, even if he's already flushed from the alcohol.

He immediately sets about playing with the bubbles, scooping them up in hand, only to blow them away like dandelion fluff. His hair is still tied up with his ribbon, tails already soggy in the tub as he leans back, resting his head on Lan Zhan's shoulder and looking up at him dazedly.]

Oh- Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I have an important question.

[He tries to imitate Lan Wangji's serious voice.]

Or should I say, "there's something I must tell you?"

[ Lan Wangji loosens the ribbon and then helps Wei Ying shake out his hair, reaching for a washcloth so he can attempt to bathe his soon-to-be husband. He supposes he can save his back for later. ]

Mm? What is it, Wei Ying?

[ He tries to ignore how cute he looks from this angle in favor of trying to help him get clean. It's going to be a hassle getting him dry and then into bed, but he will try. ]

[He's been meaning to mention this while sober for the last day or so. But of course it slips out in a confusing drunken mess instead. At least this time he doesn't try to ask what he smells like.]

Question first, think hard okay? If I was a tea, what would it taste like?

[He looks up expectantly.]

[ He is going to assume that Wei Ying is like this only because of the inebriation.

He reaches over to do the thing Wei Ying likes to do by thumbing his nose. ]

Loquat and hot peppers.

[ Neither of which belong in tea. ]

[He blinks a few times, grinning at the way Lan Zhan taps his nose, and mulling the answer over. Loquats and hot peppers. Hm. Probably not a very tasty tea. Though spicy with sweet can be good too.]

I thought hm... I wouldn't be tea, but Emperor's Smile. And maybe some fresh-peeled lotus seeds? But if I had to be tea, I think spicy loquats could be all right.

[Wei Wuxian shrugs, supposing it doesn't matter if the teas are labeled anyway, and tries to look serious for a moment.]

I think... they put our abilities and powers into teas. Everything here is teas! But you can tell them apart by their smell and taste. Like marshmallows or flowers. So then I couldn't stop wondering what I would taste like, you know? The other Lan Zhan said he had no idea! But you know, I knew you would!

Right now, you taste like salt and soap.

[ He leans in and takes a nibble out of Wei Ying's ear. But then resumes getting shampoo into his hair while he's seated like this. ]

Does it bother you?

[ That people will taste him... that people will drink his powers. He supposes he doesn't mind if anyone else drinks inquiry, as long as they put it to good use. ]

But no one wants to taste either of those!

[He startles at the bite, but it's hard to reach from this angle to retaliate, so he just wrinkles his nose for a moment.]

Except apparently Lan Zhan.

[That, he does think over. There's so many things it could refer to. Does it bother him to not know? Or that his tea would taste bad? Or be a flavor he doesn't like? Or that someone else will find it first.]

I just thought... if I find Lan Zhan's tea. I'll save it for you.

[ Oh... That's. Very sweet of him. ]

If I find a tea that smells of loquats and spice, I will save it for Wei Ying.

[ The problem is, will they know which Wei Ying it belongs to? He supposes he can just hand them teas alternately until they have enough to use their powers. ]

If they have split my core, you can have some. I do not mind.

Good, good. I think some are labeled, but not all? Oh, and Lan Zhan said that these teas sometimes show up in your room!

[The demon wasn't terribly specific on that part. But it was something, after all. He leaves out the part about Lan Zhan's sweet-talking powers, funny as they were.

As for the rest, the alcohol dulls his reaction, so he's quiet for maybe a moment longer than he ought to be, reminded of that secret he's still holding on to. He returns with a smile though.]

No, no, don't be silly Lan Zhan! We'll each get our teas and everything will be fine! Imagine the mess, trying to untangle it all later. We'll make sure you're whole again, don't worry!

Wei Ying...

[ He tips up Wei Ying's chin, partially to kiss his cheek, partially to get a good angle to really get that shampoo in there. ]

What's mine is yours.

[ They will be married soon. And, if he's being really honest with himself, he has always just wanted to share everything with Wei Ying. His celebrations, his tribulations, his everything. ]

[He squirms a little, but keeps his smile, a soft laugh escaping as Lan Zhan kisses his cheek. But he's not sure how to say that whatever magic or technique they're using to take their abilities away, it's different, somehow. He's done enough research into golden cores to know, they're not something that can be split or shared.]

Yes, I feel like I'm getting the better end of that deal. What's mine is yours too, but that's not much! No lands, no money, no fancy titles, just me.

[He shrugs, leaning into the way Lan Zhan massages shampoo over his scalp because wow that feels nice.]

Oh- oh- but here it's pretty equal, isn't it? Free food and lodging and clothing. But I guess I took over your room a little huh? Still, this hotel is the fanciest cage I've ever been in I think.

[ He had been in several cages, hadn't he? He had probably thought of the Cloud Recesses as the nicest one, before this. He will get his freedom, when they return home. It's something he's looking forward to.

For now, he says instead: ]

Just you is the greatest gift.

[ What would Lan Wangji want of lands, or money, or titles? They have enough land such that everyone has a place to sleep and a place to live. They have money second to only Lanling Jin. He has a title synonymous with fairness, with strength, with sheer power.

If he had none of those things, he would still choose Wei Ying. ]

Lan Zhaaaan!

[He flushes, sinking lower in the tub. How can he talk like that? Flirtation came easily to Wei Wuxian, but that was part of a game. It was much harder to dismiss when he knew Lying is Forbidden and that Lan Zhan meant every word.

He looks up, a bubbly hand reaching back to stroke the side of Lan Zhan's face, and his grin widens at the trail of suds he's left behind.]

You're my favorite.

[ That's good, because they are about to get married. Lan Wangji should be his favorite.

He does take this opportunity of movement to put just a little distance between them, only so he can wash Wei Ying's back. ]

And you, Wei Ying... you are mine.

[He leans forward, compliant for once, and gathers his hair over his shoulder so Lan Zhan can wash his back more easily. The words are enough to make him smile childishly, even if Lan Zhan can't see it. He can't remember the last time he was someone's favorite anything, and it makes him feel a warmth in his chest that's only partly due to the alcohol.]

Even when I'm annoying?

[ He plants a kiss on Wei Ying's shoulder and reminds him: ]

That's all the time.

[ And certainly, when they were younger. But that didn't stop him from falling head over heels in love. ]

Mm, it's one of my most charming points!

[He tilts his head back, still a little wobbly.]

Lan Zhan, if you keep kissing me, I'll never want to leave the tub.

[ If he knew it would be like this, he might have said something earlier. ]

Then I won't.

[ Leave the tub? Or kiss him? He's in the middle of scrubbing Wei Ying's arms now, and then he's just got the legs left.

And the back of his ears.

And, well, he thinks he'd better let Wei Ying wash himself for the rest. ]

I'll get all pruny...

[He sighs, letting himself relax in the warm, bubbly water. If he were sober, he might have kicked up a little more fuss about Lan Zhan continuing to wash him, as if he's a kid who can't be trusted to do it himself. But it does feel nice, reminds him of those thorough hands in the spa, and he lets his eyes slip closed.]

[ He isn't a little kid, but Lan Wangji does just like to take care of him, provide for him. And right now, that he's drunk, it's like having a child to care for all over again.

Don't get him wrong, he does miss those days. ]

I'll make this quick.

[ He does, even as he does a thorough job, softly brushing at Wei Ying's skin. Only after he's well and satisfied does he start to bathe himself. ]

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