sadflutenoises | IC Inbox - Wei Wuxian

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?

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ Oh man, he really forgot everything. ]

Marrying you.

[ Did he say that as Wei Ying ate a mouth full of rice? Yep, he definitely did. ]

[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 Ying, I have not made myself clear enough.

[ He takes it as a personal fault, because he's very bad at that. ]

I want you. I chose you.

[ That is all.

Now Lan Wangji can return to his breakfast in peace. For a bit. ]

[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?

Plenty. Wei Ying, I meant what I said.

[ When he said that Wei Ying was brave, and good, and clever. All those things...

He finishes up his breakfast, and goes to pour himself some tea. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ 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.

[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.]

[ Lan Wangji sits and sips his tea, and then speaks, as a matter-of-fact: ]

A release would be good for your health. I can give you one, but I neither want nor expect one in return.

[ What a great. Plan. Very sexy. ]

[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.]

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 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.]

[ He has already waited a long time for Wei Ying. But. ]

I would wait a whole life.

[ He leans up then and kisses Wei Ying's forehead before backing away, now that he's done what he intended and determined what temperature he's running. ]

[That's right, he's engaged to the most patient man alive. His threats are useless. He's already has waited a whole life.

He lets out a long-suffering sigh. It's so hard to tell if Lan Zhan even wants to sleep with him. It just sounds like an inconvenience, something he'll what, 'provide, but doesn't want.' How romantic. Maybe he-

Oh no.

He sets his teacup down on the table, setting Lan Zhan with a dire expression.]

Was I bad at it last time? Is that it? Lan Zhan, you have to tell me if it's not good! I can get better with my mouth, you know I'm a fast learner! I just need more experience, okay?

Wei Ying, it is not that.

[ He looks serious, exasperated, frustrated, slightly confused. In fact, he looks like the toned-down version of what Nie Mingjue looks like whenever he needs to explain anything to anybody. How is that possibly Wei Ying's takeaway? He literally proposed immediately after sex! He would at least have waited a little bit, if it wasn't every bit as spectacular as he'd always hoped. ]

My desire for you to be well will always trump all else.

[ But how does he explain that there's a monster inside of him, chomping at the bit, waiting to get closer to Wei Ying so it can be released? ]

How is your head? Don't lie.

[He's not sure what to make of the look Lan Zhan is giving him, and whether it confirms or denies his suspicions.]

Are you sure? It's not boring, is it? If it's not exciting we could try-...

[He starts to say before Lan Wangji explains. His well-being? He might be a normal, mundane human, but he isn't going to break if they get physical while he has a lingering headache. Lan Zhan's coddling has its advantages, when he wants to behave like a spoiled child, but he supposes this is the other side of it.

He sighs.]

It's not that bad. Aches a little, that's all.

[ Naturally while Lan Wangji tries to fuss over his husband's head and his nausea, he only cares about whether or not he's pleasing in bed. ]

Wei Ying, I will show you how much I desire you.

But later.

[ Though he does realize how terrible Wei Ying feels, and perhaps that's impacting his ability to feel lovable in this instant. So Lan Wangji gathers him up in his arms, and holds him close. ]

[He lets himself relax a little when Lan Zhan embraces him. That, at least, is nice, and he's surrounded by that familiar scent. It's a difficult thing to reconcile, how different it might be to fool around now, versus in an hour or so when his hangovoer has subsided. One seems pretty much the same as the other in his mind. He's had to run training drills after a night of drinking on more than one occasion, after all.

He ends up fiddling idly with Lan Zhan's robes because sitting still is a struggle, but as he tries to recall anything from last night, a thought finally occurs.]

Oh, did I tell you? I was talking to some of the residents, and it sounds like they've been using our powers and abilities and infusing them into teas. I thought, of course it's teas. But if you drink it, you gain those powers! I already made a deal to trade with some people if we find each-other's teas.

You did.

If you find my teas, I want you to have them. You will make just as good use of them as I would.

[ This kind of light touching is quite nice. He cards his hand through Wei Ying's hair and pulls him forward, kissing him on the forehead and taking a deep breath to inhale the scent of his hair.

He could stay like this forever, he thinks. ]

I can give you yours.

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