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[sadflutenoises]

I did?

[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?

[billowing]

Mm.

[ 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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[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.

[billowing]

Wei Ying always smells like this.

[ 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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Like summer?

[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?

[billowing]

Mm?

[ 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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[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.

[billowing]

Mm. Only I get to do that.

[ 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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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?

[billowing]

Do they come unlabeled?

[ 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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I haven't seen them myself. Maybe?

[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?

[billowing]

Perhaps. The other Wei Ying was able to play Inquiry. I don't see why we couldn't have each other's skills.

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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Oh? Land Zhan wants to learn Demonic Cultivation, huh?

[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.]

[billowing]

[ For one, they wouldn't be standing. He thinks it'd be like the rush of battle, but in the air, and free.

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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[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.]

[billowing]

[ 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: ]

And your head?

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[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.]

I don't even notice it anymore, it's nothing!

[billowing]

[ 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. ]

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[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?

[billowing]

[ Lan Wangji blinks at him, gently, giving the impression of a startled rabbit before his face settles into its usual expressionless look. ]

While you hurt.

[ Because while he's perfectly fine, he should belong to Lan Wangji, and Lan Wangji to Wei Ying. ]

Wei Ying...

[ In case he has doubts about whether or not his soon-to-be-husband wants him in this way. ]

I want you.

[ He can start this over; he hadn't even meant it that way in the beginning. Just that he wanted Wei Ying to be around, wanted him in his life, wanted him in so many ways aside from this, but also very much this way as well. ]

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[He hasn't pulled back far, still within easy reach, still clad in only the soft bathrobe from last night, still grinning his mischievous grin.]

Oh, is that right? Not tea?

[He taps his lips with a finger.]

A bath?

[He shakes his head, over-acting as he considers each option carefully, as if they all carry the same weight, as if he doesn't know exactly what Lan Zhan means.]

Meditation maybe? I hear that's good when you need to relieve some tension.

[billowing]

[ Lan Wangji pulls Wei Ying tighter, close to him, leaning forward even as Wei Ying moves back, so that they're almost toppled over, if not for Lan Wangji's strength and balance. ]

It is.

But you do not like to meditate.

[ And he is definitely looking for more of an activity they both enjoy. ]

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Only because it makes me want to nap...

[He still did it, once to strengthen his golden core, and after... to keep the resentful energy from overcoming him.

He lets himself be overbalanced, kept from falling onto his back only by Lan Zhan's steady hand behind him. Wei Wuxian makes no move to right himself or pull away, but he still doesn't close the distance, a teasing smile on his lips.]

A~ah, Lan Zhan, whatever should we do then?

[billowing]

Hm.

[ Wei Ying is ridiculous, but Lan Wangji loves this gremlin, as he demonstrates by standing up, one arm underneath to support his weight, getting up in one smooth motion... and carrying his soon-to-be husband towards the bed. ]

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[He does nothing to help, and lets himself be dead weight as Lan Zhan takes him over to the bed. He's too busy throwing out suggestions, unable to let the joke go.]

Oh, it's a nap, isn't it? After I kept you up past your bedtime last night, hm?