[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 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.]
[ 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.
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.]
[ 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.]
[ 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?
[ 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? ]
[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.
[ 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.
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 makes a face, but the memory is only a vague recollection.]
A~ah don't be silly. I wouldn't know the first thing about trying to play guqin. And what could I do with Bichen that you couldn't do better?
[He's happy to let himself be manhandled for the sake of a few kisses. He laughs though, on that deliberate inhalation of breath, thinking of how that Crowley fellow had been so thoroughly offended at the idea of smelling another human.]
[ He lays a few more kisses, like delicately falling petals in a breeze. ]
Warm, like summer.
[ How does one smell "warm"? He doesn't explain further. But seated here, under the glow of perpetual twilight filtering in through his window, he can't think of how better to describe him. ]
[He laughs at that, not sure how it's possible. They haven't seen the sun, not really, since arriving here, but as long as it makes Lan Zhan happy, he's perfectly content. He's always liked the way Lan Zhan smells, like the remnants of incense, cool and fragrant.]
Only because you helped me wash it! Must be the soap you used.
[ It's something he missed. He'd catch a sight of loquats being sold at market, or the smell of rice wine, the scent of maple leaves on a breeze - it seized him every single time, stopped him in his tracks for sixteen years. What's more, he always thought he'd lost it. That unique scent, he couldn't recall clearly, only in a haze as if dreaming, and he'd be reminded he could no longer refresh his memory, and his heart sunk every time.
[Probably from all the sleeping outside, rolling through grass, and basking in sunshine he'd done. He could do worse, he thought. Crowley had certainly been in no hurry to take so much as a sniff. He grins.]
That's not so bad. The one who told me about the teas, he told me he was a demon, and he had a good sense of smell to tell who's powers and essence belonged to different teas.
[He pouts.]
But he wouldn't even tell me what I smell like. Probably wouldn't make a very tasty tea, but at least I know what to look for. Er... smell for?
[He makes a barely-audible sound at the bite, having well-discovered how much Lan Zhan seems to enjoy leaving his marks.]
Still not a good tea!
[He fidgets, putting a hand over the recently abused bit of skin. Crowley had been an interesting... person? Demon? But he seemed far more concerned about his friend that smelled like marshmallows, and his strange ability to 'sense love,' without noticing his own obvious biases.]
And it's fine, he seemed pretty disgusted with humans in general. I'm pretty sure he wasn't going to gobble me up.
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I understand. I shouldn't have... doubted, but- that was just-
[He sighs resignedly.]
Did I say anything else?
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[ 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. ]
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[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.
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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. ]
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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?
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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Wow. Such a tempting offer.
[His voice is flat and unamused.]
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[ 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. ]
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You'll be waiting a while then.
[Or at least as long as Wei Wuxian can resist.]
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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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[He makes a face, but the memory is only a vague recollection.]
A~ah don't be silly. I wouldn't know the first thing about trying to play guqin. And what could I do with Bichen that you couldn't do better?
[He's happy to let himself be manhandled for the sake of a few kisses. He laughs though, on that deliberate inhalation of breath, thinking of how that Crowley fellow had been so thoroughly offended at the idea of smelling another human.]
Do I smell good, Lan Zhan?
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[ He lays a few more kisses, like delicately falling petals in a breeze. ]
Warm, like summer.
[ How does one smell "warm"? He doesn't explain further. But seated here, under the glow of perpetual twilight filtering in through his window, he can't think of how better to describe him. ]
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Only because you helped me wash it! Must be the soap you used.
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[ It's something he missed. He'd catch a sight of loquats being sold at market, or the smell of rice wine, the scent of maple leaves on a breeze - it seized him every single time, stopped him in his tracks for sixteen years. What's more, he always thought he'd lost it. That unique scent, he couldn't recall clearly, only in a haze as if dreaming, and he'd be reminded he could no longer refresh his memory, and his heart sunk every time.
He doesn't let this memory go. ]
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[Probably from all the sleeping outside, rolling through grass, and basking in sunshine he'd done. He could do worse, he thought. Crowley had certainly been in no hurry to take so much as a sniff. He grins.]
That's not so bad. The one who told me about the teas, he told me he was a demon, and he had a good sense of smell to tell who's powers and essence belonged to different teas.
[He pouts.]
But he wouldn't even tell me what I smell like. Probably wouldn't make a very tasty tea, but at least I know what to look for. Er... smell for?
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[ He leans in and bites Wei Ying on his neck, just giving him a gentle nibble, rather playfully for Lan Wangji. ]
Salt and skin.
[ He is also not even phased by the whole demon thing. He did think those two winged men were probably of a different stock than human. ]
I don't think I would want him to know what you taste like.
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Still not a good tea!
[He fidgets, putting a hand over the recently abused bit of skin. Crowley had been an interesting... person? Demon? But he seemed far more concerned about his friend that smelled like marshmallows, and his strange ability to 'sense love,' without noticing his own obvious biases.]
And it's fine, he seemed pretty disgusted with humans in general. I'm pretty sure he wasn't going to gobble me up.
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