I know, [ he soothes, ] we made sure of it, Jiang Cheng and I.
[ he does not dismiss the things that his brother has done for him, for lan wangji. nor does he dismiss how much it means to him that lan wangji is back, that lan wangji has been returned to him. the world took him, and then it gave him back - how terrible, how fickle. wei wuxian festers with the knowledge that it had not been in his power to do such a thing, that he had not been the one able to draw soul to body. he misses that power so much, it had been a protective thing, even if it had been a wrong thing in the minds of others. useful, even as it struck terror into the hearts of friend and foe.
his uninjured hand finds lan wangji's face, cupping the handsome angle of his jaw ( he could break the heart of any woman ) as he whispers soothing, wordless things to him. ]
I'm really glad you're here, Lan Zhan.
[ his heart is conflicted: at once relieved and heavy with dread - what if this happens again, what if it happens to jiang cheng? what if he cannot return their bodies to the medical machine that had coaxed lan wangji back to life? what if he loses either of them for good? it will kill him, he will be destroyed. that they make him feel this way... it hurts, so much, so deeply. abel has lost cain, as well. not to death, but to the strange vanishing that has happened to a number of them. one day they are there, the next they are gone. he worries it will happen to lan zhan, to jiang cheng. he worries it will happen before his voice is able to find the words it yearns to speak, but does not yet know. ]
Don't fuss, okay?
[ he is a quiet thing, slim and cautious, that climbs onto the cot alongside lan wangji and rests alongside him, cradling the man's face to his chest, arms curled protectively around his head and shoulders. ]
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[ he does not dismiss the things that his brother has done for him, for lan wangji. nor does he dismiss how much it means to him that lan wangji is back, that lan wangji has been returned to him. the world took him, and then it gave him back - how terrible, how fickle. wei wuxian festers with the knowledge that it had not been in his power to do such a thing, that he had not been the one able to draw soul to body. he misses that power so much, it had been a protective thing, even if it had been a wrong thing in the minds of others. useful, even as it struck terror into the hearts of friend and foe.
his uninjured hand finds lan wangji's face, cupping the handsome angle of his jaw ( he could break the heart of any woman ) as he whispers soothing, wordless things to him. ]
I'm really glad you're here, Lan Zhan.
[ his heart is conflicted: at once relieved and heavy with dread - what if this happens again, what if it happens to jiang cheng? what if he cannot return their bodies to the medical machine that had coaxed lan wangji back to life? what if he loses either of them for good? it will kill him, he will be destroyed. that they make him feel this way... it hurts, so much, so deeply. abel has lost cain, as well. not to death, but to the strange vanishing that has happened to a number of them. one day they are there, the next they are gone. he worries it will happen to lan zhan, to jiang cheng. he worries it will happen before his voice is able to find the words it yearns to speak, but does not yet know. ]
Don't fuss, okay?
[ he is a quiet thing, slim and cautious, that climbs onto the cot alongside lan wangji and rests alongside him, cradling the man's face to his chest, arms curled protectively around his head and shoulders. ]