sadflutenoises | IC Inbox - Wei Wuxian

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. ]

[He makes a pathetic sound, as Lan Zhan pulls away, missing him and his warmth.]

Do you have to go?

[Last time they'd fumbled through the buffet after a rough day in isolation, one of the staff suggested... what was it...]

Just get room service, don't go Lan Zhan.

[He's already sleepily reaching after him, trying to pull him back to bed.]

You know I don't trust the room service.

[ He takes a seat at the edge of the bed, and reaches over for Wei Ying's shoulder, and then leans in and kisses him gently, regardless of how gross either of their morning breath is. ]

I will be back soon.

[ He says this, very softly, their foreheads pressed together, before pulling away again. ]

[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.]

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. ]

[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.]

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

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 partly ~~mostly~~ to blame.]

Well enough.

[ He takes a seat across from Wei Ying, and tucks into his own food, though in a slightly more polite way, of course. ]

Do you remember much of last night?

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