[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.
[ He presses a singular, sole kiss to the underside of Wei Ying's jaw, but then just holds him in embrace, wanting to feel close to him, but not too close. It's not like this wasn't just as intimate, holding him, lightly teasing him, listening to things about his day. ]
I still do not know why you are concerned. I doubt anyone drinks the tea for the taste, only the power.
Oh, is that right? What happened to being patient?
[He can't help the faint blush that colors his ears and cheeks as he teases.]
I wasn't worried about how the teas taste. It was just, trying to figure out a way to find the ones that belong to us. Or our friends. Allies. Whatever, you know?
[But had Lan Zhan's tea been labeled? He hadn't said so, and that didn't seem quite right either. Why would Lan Zhan have tried it, if he knew it only granted him the power of sweet-talking and seduction? At the time, it'd seemed so out of place, but maybe he needed some help?]
It's just an extra way to be sure, I thought. And wouldn't they work best going to the people they're meant for?
[He doesn't quite follow the sudden change in topics, maybe Lan Zhan is reconsidering his suggestion to try his powers out? He can't deny that he misses flying, and it might be fun to have a chance at it though.]
It's fine, it's fine! You worry so much!
[He gives that strand of hair a little tug before letting go.]
[ No, he's asking because he thinks they might be able to revisit their previous conversation. Wei Ying does seem like he's getting better, and Lan Wangji doesn't really have anything more to say about the teas.
He lets himself get tugged forward, and lingers close. Softly, he asks: ]
[It wasn't a painful mess anymore, so he'd take that as a good sign. The bland breakfast had more or less settled his stomach, and tea and plenty of water had seen to the remains of his headache.]
[ Lan Wangji leans in just the slightest, tilting his head. ]
And how is your heart feeling?
[ He reaches for Wei Ying's hair, and gives a strand a little tug forward, mirroring his movement from before. His eyes start to slide closed, and he's close enough for a kiss, but his breath is hot against Wei Ying's lips as he waits for him to decide. ]
[Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow at that, finally catching on to Lan Zhan's subtly needling questions. Rather than lean in the rest of the way, he pulls back, tapping the end of Lan Zhan's nose lightly.]
Mmm, it might need some convincing.
[He hasn't forgotten Lan Zhan's earlier refusal, even if it was to his benefit and for his own well-being.]
I thought you didn't... what was it? Expect or want anything?
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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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[ He presses a singular, sole kiss to the underside of Wei Ying's jaw, but then just holds him in embrace, wanting to feel close to him, but not too close. It's not like this wasn't just as intimate, holding him, lightly teasing him, listening to things about his day. ]
I still do not know why you are concerned. I doubt anyone drinks the tea for the taste, only the power.
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[He can't help the faint blush that colors his ears and cheeks as he teases.]
I wasn't worried about how the teas taste. It was just, trying to figure out a way to find the ones that belong to us. Or our friends. Allies. Whatever, you know?
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[ He is being patient. This is holding back. Wei Ying will learn, eventually. ]
There are many people here, I don't know. And certainly not well enough to discern them by smell or taste alone.
[ But Wei Ying, he could breathe in a tea and as long as he felt a sense of yearning, he thinks he could know it was his. ]
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[But had Lan Zhan's tea been labeled? He hadn't said so, and that didn't seem quite right either. Why would Lan Zhan have tried it, if he knew it only granted him the power of sweet-talking and seduction? At the time, it'd seemed so out of place, but maybe he needed some help?]
It's just an extra way to be sure, I thought. And wouldn't they work best going to the people they're meant for?
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I assume the men with wings once knew how to fly.
Wouldn't Wei Ying like to try it?
[ If he didn't want to give the tea back, anyway. Maybe he can give the first tea back, and try the next one. ]
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[Okay, he is actually pretty curious about the flying, but...]
You say that like I've never flown before! Okay, maybe it's different with swords than it is with wings...
[He twirls a strand of Lan Wangji's hair around his fingers, grinning up at him.]
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Wei Ying's grin is always something special, but up close, Lan Wangji feels as if he's been warmed by the sun.
So clearly the next question he asks is: ]
How's your stomach?
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It's fine, it's fine! You worry so much!
[He gives that strand of hair a little tug before letting go.]
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He lets himself get tugged forward, and lingers close. Softly, he asks: ]
And your head?
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I don't even notice it anymore, it's nothing!
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And how is your heart feeling?
[ He reaches for Wei Ying's hair, and gives a strand a little tug forward, mirroring his movement from before. His eyes start to slide closed, and he's close enough for a kiss, but his breath is hot against Wei Ying's lips as he waits for him to decide. ]
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Mmm, it might need some convincing.
[He hasn't forgotten Lan Zhan's earlier refusal, even if it was to his benefit and for his own well-being.]
I thought you didn't... what was it? Expect or want anything?
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