sadflutenoises | IC Inbox - Wei Wuxian

[He takes a moment to consider the implications. That Lan Zhan might actually try to carry him bodily from the rave. But his dulled mind dismisses the thought just as easily. It's an empty threat, certainly!]

You'd have to catch me first, Lan Zhan.

[He gives mischievous grin before taking off, into the chaos of the dance floor.]

[ Lan Wangji honestly hates touching strangers, that hadn't been a lie. And so when he moves through the crowd, and gets batted back and forth like a boat on choppy waves by sweaty dancers, he takes a deep breath and tries to calm down.

He has almost reached Wei Ying when he bumps into apparently the wrong woman, whose drunk boyfriend is now yelling at Lan Wangji for hitting on his girl, to Lan Wangji's cold and stony expression.

He looks around desperately for Wei Ying. ]

[The crowd seems to be enough to have slowed Lan Wangji, which is all the head start he needs. He's an expert in weaving through crowds and bustling markets, though he might weave unsteadily from time to time.

He pops his head up just in time to see Lan Zhan in the middle of an altercation with some other dancers. He gives a grin and a wave before ducking back down, and making a beeline for the bar counter. Just a couple drinks and already this unsteady? He really ought to have one more, just for the sake of his reputation.]

[ Lan Wangji tries to excuse himself, but it's very unsuccessful. He eventually makes his way over, past several very drunk people and one who keeps trying to dance with him. ]

Wei Ying.

[ He takes Wei Ying by the sleeve. ]

Come back.

[He's almost made it to the counter to grab another drink, when something tugs his sleeve, and there's Lan Zhan, practically glowing against the black lights. He doesn't resist, but he doesn't come quietly either.]

It's still early! One more drink, at least!

Only one.

[ He'll wait. ]

[His grin only grows wider at that, and he lets Lan Zhan stick to his sleeve if he likes, as he grabs another from the bar. He raises it once before downing the drink messily, half-missing his mouth and ending up on the floor.]

Sure you don't want one?

I am sure.

[ He keeps tugging. ]

You are done. Let's go.

I'm done, I'm done!

[He sets the glass down, putting his hands up in surrender and following a few steps before it dawns on him...]

Carry me!

...

[ Lan Wangji bends down and lifts Wei Ying into a bridal carry. ]

Did you find anything new at the party?

[He was expecting to get dragged or thrown over a shoulder, so when his feet are swept out from under him, the floor tilts, and he can't help a startled whoop and bit of flailing before he hooks an arm around Lan Zhan's neck.]

Aaaah! You don't have to- like this- aah, you and the other Lan Zhan, I look away for a minute and you're strong enough to carry me around like an infant!

[He was a full grown man, why did they both have to pick him up like this? Hadn't they ever heard of piggyback?]

[ He walks smoothly, calmly like a stream. Wait, is being carried piggyback less embarrassing? He could've just said that. ]

....The other Wangji carried you like this?

[ Of all the things that he decided to focus on amirite ]

[That last drink is just starting to kick in and he is gone, leaning heavily on Lan Zhan's shoulder now, making himself comfortable as he looks up with slightly glassy eyes and a sheepish grin.]

Just the same! When I was crying from some bad tea. Baaaad tea.

[He sniffs, wrinkling his nose at the thought of that first treacherous drink.]

Lan Zhan! He said you... he carried trees and big rocks around Cloud Recesses to get strong. I thought... I thought he's so different from the Lan Zhan I know, huh!

[ He is utterly betrayed.

He freezes.

He could drop Wei Ying right here, wow, he is so jealous. ]

Yes. Very different.

[ If he walks faster so he can drop Wei Ying off on a bed and go lock himself in a bathroom and sleep in the bathtub please do not worry. ]

[Why have they stopped? He fidgets in Lan Zhan's arms, glancing from his face to the ground.]

It's okay. I think... maybe his Lan Qiren is different too cuz... he said I could come to Cloud Recesses and break all the rules if I wanted! And I wouldn't get punished even a little!

[There was something else too, he couldn't quite put his finger on, and the drink hadn't made his memory any less fuzzy.]

He did?

[ His heart is doing a free-fall out of his chest. ]

Wei Ying.

[ He asks, now that Wei Ying answers truthfully, holding on but shaking. ]

Would you prefer a life with the other Lan Wangji?

[ Because, they are. Sort of. Going to get married, he just needs to know. Somehow he's not even considering that they are equal in his heart, with different pros and cons. He may be a little bit of a hypocrite, but his heart hurts a lot right now and reasonable was several Wei Ying drinks ago. ]

He did! I laughed, you know? Maybe that was rude...

[But now Lan Zhan's arms are shaking a little, is he too heavy? Maybe he's too heavy...]

Mmmm, I remember thinking... he's pretty sentimental, huh?

[He scrunches his nose at the question, not in disgust so much as frustrated to deal with such a difficult question when his thoughts feel like they're slogging through cold congee. He reaches up with his free hand, grabbing Lan Zhan's chin and tilting it toward him.]

Lan Zhan. You already want to hand me off to someone else? I didn't think you'd want to take it back so soon!

[ Sated with this answer, he breathes a sigh of relief and suddenly he's not shaking anymore as he walks with Wei Ying through the hallways. ]

You are mine.

[ It can serve as a reminder to the both of them. He shifts them a little bit, so Wei Ying can rest his head on Lan Wangji's shoulder.

He meant all the things he said, how he finds Wei Ying selfless and kind and clever and all those things. He'd never take them back, not for the world. He'd rather throw his lot in with the man he'd loved, he'd trusted, that he'd follow into darkness. ]

So you say.

[He lets go Lan Zhan's chin, but he doesn't lose the somewhat irritated expression on his face.]

How would you like if I asked you, hm? Would you prefer life with the other Wei Wuxian?

[ He freezes, slightly. There was something that he'd intended to tell Wei Ying. ]

No.

[ And then, a breath. ]

I carry you both in my heart.

But he is not the one I asked to marry me.

[ He gets them to their room, and gently lowers Wei Ying to the ground so he can fetch the key. ]

[He'd sort of expected the no, even in his inebriated haze, but hearing that they were both close in Lan Zhan's heart, it was hard not to feel a bit of jealousy.]

Aah... it's that close, hm? I guess it's hard to be too upset when I'm competing with myself... No matter what, Lan Zhan wants Wei Wuxian, hm?

[The other Lan Zhan too, hadn't he wanted Wei Wuxian enough to kiss him, during the Phoenix Mountain hunts?]

He has your soul. But he does not have our memories.

[ He picks Wei Ying up again as he walks them through the threshold, and places him seated down by a table to go get him some water. ]

I need to tell you something.

[ He places the water in front of Wei Ying, and does so with such a politeness, using the tongs so as not to touch the water, as if presenting tea to someone of very high importance. ]

Wei Ying was transformed into a rabbit...

[ He pauses. It's so tense. What's he about to say? He sounds so ashamed. ]

...And I kissed him. It was my fault.

[ He looks down. ]

Forgive me.

[Wei Wuxian lets himself be manhandled into the room and slouches into his seat with a pout. The conversation feels much too heavy for how intoxicated he is. Trying to think of how he and the other Wei Wuxian differed, about how the Lan Zhan's from their mirrored worlds were alike, but not the same.]

See, that's what I said! The other me... and me... are like... Wine from Caiyi and Yunmeng. They're both wine... and sweet... and might even have the same name, but they're not exactly the same. And I can like Yunmeng's wine, even if Emperor's Smile is my favorite.

O-oh but just because I'll drink anything, it doesn't mean I'll drink anything.

[He glances at the water, placed so delicately in front of him, eyes narrowing. It's never been good, when Lan Zhan starts a conversation that way. Well, with the exception of A-Yuan, perhaps. But before he can offer so much as a teasing retort, Lan Zhan is telling him a tale that seems better suited to children's bedtime stories. He rubs at his temple, trying to make sense of it. Did he just miss something, because of the drink? No, he was surely listening... but it still doesn't make sense.]

Lan Zhan... are you sure you're not drunk too?

[ Well, okay, this was going worse than planned. He doesn't know how better to say this. The other Wei Ying turned into a rabbit. He kissed him. He feels guilty, not just because of the kiss but because of all the relentless flirting and hand-holding and basically the things they did too, before they got immediately engaged.

He drew the line! At kissing! And then he went and crossed this arbitrary line he drew and now he's trying to apologize.

He's not really following along with the explanation about the Yunmeng wine and the Emperor's Smile, but he tries to figure out the gist. ]

It's important to me that you know, that I would do anything for you, you need only ask.

[ Why is he doing this when Wei Ying is drunk honestly is the question ]

[He leans on the table, nearly spilling Lan Zhan's carefully placed cup of water. He knows what Lan Zhan is saying is important, that it means a lot to him, so he tries his best to pay attention and not ruin the nice moment he's sure Lan Zhan is trying for.

It's a nice sentiment, but Wei Wuxian has never been terribly good at asking for the things he needs. Not unless it's in a joking and cavalier sort of way. The answer comes surprisingly easy.]

Oh- What I want? That's... for Lan Zhan to be happy.

[He grins, drunkenly proud of himself.]

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