sadflutenoises | IC Inbox - Wei Wuxian

[ It is almost bedtime anyway, so Lan Wangji climbs into bed once his hair is reasonably dry, and curls up with Wei Ying. ]

Of course.

[ As if there was any question. He knows during the night, they'll shift and he'll have pulled Wei Ying on top of him. He supposes he'll just have to brace himself, if Wei Ying gets sick. ]

Go to sleep, Wei Ying. We will talk in the morning.

[It's a good hour or so later when he finally wakes, sweating, head throbbing, and nausea roiling in a way he hasn't felt since he was a teenager who didn't know his own limits. He's wrapped in Lan Zhan's arms, and it takes a panicked moment to try to untangle himself while keeping the contents of his stomach down.

He nearly trips over the blankets and his own feet as he fumbles out of bed and races for the bathroom, retching sounds following soon after.]

[ Lan Wangji, unlike Wei Ying, is a light sleeper, and wakes up almost immediately. He climbs out of bed and follows Wei Ying into the bathroom, reaching for his hair and gently pulling it back into a ponytail, tying it up out of his face, rubbing his back. ]

[It takes a few minutes before his stomach stops lurching, and he's left leaning abysmally on the porcelain bowl, head cradled on one elbow, legs a sprawl beneath him. Why can't they just have normal liquor with normal hangovers?

He's vaguely aware that his hair isn't hanging down into the bowl, which is definitely a blessing, and the steady gentle pressure on his back soothing, even if his head doesn't stop pulsing painfully against his skull. Definitely shouldn't have had one more drink...

The room feels too bright, scents too strong, even his skin feels overly sensitive.]

Shijie... water, please?

[ He doesn't even freeze, and murmurs a soft mm before going to go get him a cup of water from the thermos he keeps by the bed. He always heats it up in his pot and pours it into a receptacle for keeping at a nice room temperature.

He hands it to Wei Ying, and continues to rub his back, feeling sorry for him that he will sober up and remember his Shijie is no longer around. ]

What did I drink?

[He sighs pitifully, memories of the rave a loud and colorful blur, much less important than the tepid cup of water in his hands. Keeping his eyes lightly closed, he takes small sips, making sure his stomach won't rebel before drinking a little more. He sets the glass next to him, folding his arms on the toilet seat before resting his head against them.]

I don't know. It was strong.

[ He lets go of Wei Ying, but stays here with him. ]

More water.

[ He nudges the glass forward. ]

[Even if Lan Wangji barely speaks at a conversational level, it feels booming and thunderous in his skull, and he puts up a hand, making soft shushing noises.]

Water, right, water...

[He opens his eyes a crack, fumbling for the glass, fingers brushing against Lan Zhan's before he finds it and gets a solid grip.]

Ugh... everything hurts.

[He blinks a few times, seeming to realize where he is, if distantly so, and takes a longer sip, letting it settle for a moment.]

Lan Zhan...? Will you.. mm... lend me your lap for a little?

[ He nods, careful not to make too loud noise in case Wei Ying reacts like that again, and gently guides him down towards his lap. He also turns the lights off, so it's not too light for him.

Then he sits on his bathroom floor, Wei Ying's head in his lap, gently carding through his hair, trying to keep him from moving too much. ]

[How could alcohol have betrayed him like this?! He takes a long pull of his water glass, close to draining it, before he hands it off clumsily.]

Lan Zhan...

[He gives a sigh of relief when the lights go out, and lets himself be led into Lan Zhan's lap, grateful for the cool tile, even if it's hard an unyielding. And the gentle hands in his hair are calming, a balm to his pounding headache.]

M'sorry...

[He curls in on himself, just a bit smaller, his hand reaching up to grasp the hem of Lan Zhan's robe and holds on.]

For what?

[ His voice is gentle, barely audible for Wei Ying's sake, as he calmly continues carding his hands through Wei Ying's hair, taking it out of the ponytail.

He had known tonight would end like this, and despite his insistence to Wei Ying that he stop drinking, doesn't mind. He will always take care of Wei Ying. He hadn't lied; he relishes being the one that gets the privilege to do so. ]

[He turns slightly and mumbles something unintelligible into Lan Zhan's lap.]

-an' making a mess.

[Wei Wuxian clings a little tighter where his fingers tangle in Lan Wangji's robe. His words are slurred and childish.]

But... Lan Zhan hasn't been mad even once since I got here. He's the best n' he... I didn't even tell him how pretty he is... and perfect... and... even got hurt lotsa times... an' I keep worrying that... Lan Zhan'll wake up n'... change his mind or... have regrets... cuz he could have anyone... n' not just... a mess.

[ It's true, that Lan Wangji could have chosen someone else, could have selected one of many of the clans' young women to bride, and even if there was no love, he would try to make her happy. They could foster a love out of nothing.

The only problem was, that Lan Wangji did not want any of that. ]

I won't change my mind.

[ For sixteen years, he waited on a dead man who he never thought he'd see again. But he played inquiry because he wanted to know, was willing to wait as long as it took Wei Ying to forgive him so he could tell him goodbye, tell him all the things he'd kept locked away in his heart to be spilled out in an empty room.

His room and arms and heart now full of Wei Ying, how could he possibly think of wanting anything else? ]

That you are alive, is enough for me. That you choose to spend your time with me, is a blessing.

...promise?

[His hand fumbles until he finds Lan Zhan's knee, his thumb stroking idly back and forth. Those fingers tighten, just slightly when he hears Lan Wangji say he won't change his mind, but there's a small, pleased smile on Wei Wuxian's face before he turns and buries his face, muffling his voice.]

I don' want you to get hurt 'cuz of me. Everybody does, eventually...

[At that, he climbs a little closer, so he can wrap his arms around Lan Zhan's waist, though most of him is still splayed over his lap.]

I won't let anything happen to either of us.

[ He migrates his touches to Wei Ying's shoulders, rubbing them softly, before asking: ]

Could I move you to the bed?

[ He doesn't think either of them will like this position very soon, and he'd like for Wei Ying to be swaddled up and sleeping again, now that it seems like the worst is over. ]

[He clings more tightly for a moment. A couple weeks ago, he might have believed that, but even drunk, he knows Lan Zhan isn't infallible, not here. He can get hurt just as easily as anyone else.]

M'kay...

[After a bit of shoulder rubbing, he relaxes enough to ease his grip, and sit somewhat upright.]

I c'n... do it.

[ That might have been so, but it would still take an army to topple Hanguang-Jun.

He gets up first, careful not to leave Wei Ying unsteady, and fills up the glass with water from the tap. ]

Rinse.

[ He doesn't think he's up for brushing, but he thinks Wei Ying will probably not enjoy the way his mouth tastes tomorrow morning. ]

[At least he's easily distracted from heavy thoughts. And directing him toward simple tasks seems to prove effective.

Rinse. Right. If his breath hadn't been heavy with liquor before, it was certainly no better now, a sourness clinging that he was more than happy to get rid of. He takes the offered glass, and rinses a few times, glad when the unpleasant taste leaves his mouth.]

Not great for kissing, hm?

[At least he managed a small measure of humor before he starts stumbling toward the bed. His stomach feels better, but moving so much isn't doing it any favors, and he has to stop by the bathroom door for a moment before continuing.]

Mm.

[ He lets Wei Ying leave as he rinses out the cup, but then he looks up as he hears a light thud.

Immediately, he goes over to help steady Wei Ying, gently guiding him to the bed. ]

Talk more in the morning.

[ And he kisses Wei Ying's temple. ]

[He lets himself be led, even if he's somewhat pouty about it. Hadn't he had something important to say?

Maybe it didn't matter. If it was important, he'd remember for sure, right?]

M'kay... don't forget.

[ He does get up to go clean up, flush, and then return to bed, climbing in to bed beside Wei Ying, checking to see how he is.

He lays an arm around Wei Ying's waist, moving closer to him, hoping his warmth helps to calm him. ]

Won't forget.

[He does manage to sleep a bit better at that. His stomach seems intent on showing its displeasure, but thankfully it all stays down. Waking isn't any less painful, though the throbbing of his headache seems to have receded to a dull thud with the help of the water earlier. His mouth still feels gummy and sour, and he wrinkles his nose at the taste. Fixing that means getting up to scrub his teeth, and the last thing he wants to do is move.

He feels around in the low darkness of the room, making sure Lan Zhan's arms are still around him before turning toward him, tugging his robe to get a bit closer.]

[ Lan Wangji inches closer, and pulls Wei Ying against him, kissing his forehead, and his temple, and generally just feeling very soft. ]

How are you feeling?

[ The hour's not too early for him, so he doesn't mind getting up. But he's currently tangled in Wei Ying, so he supposes he'll just have to get him a little water later.

For now, steadying Wei Ying with his heartbeat is good enough. ]

[How Lan Zhan can still be sweet enough to want to kiss him when he feels like an absolute wreck is beyond his understanding. And how late had he kept them up? Just what was in those drinks at the rave?]

Gross... head hurts...

[Whatever it was, it'd done a number on him. He couldn't remember being so drunk, not since he was still in his teens, with no idea of his own limits. But at least he felt coherent; things were clearer.]

I should... breakfast.

Stay here. I will get some from downstairs.

[ He knows Wei Ying just wants to eat spicy things, but he thinks probably some bland things like eggs, rice and steamed buns will get this out of his system faster.

He tries to get up, for Wei Ying's sake, but he is feeling just a little bit tired today, and so he moves just a tad slower than usual. ]

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