*seductively crawls out of hell* (
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CLOSED.
WHO: Ancient China Wuxia Crew ( Wei Wuxian
laozu, Lan Wangji
wangxian & Jiang Cheng
sandu )
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
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NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.
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WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
WHAT: A catch-all log for literally everything so we don't spam.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.
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he's lifted by gusu-lan's finest as though he were a child, left dangling for but a moment - silent, feeling a little stung by how simple a task it was - before he is set on the ground once more. there's snow in his boot, he knows; but the coat around his shoulders is warmed by another's body, suitably so. he wants to sink into it, because he is cold and ill-suited for chillier temperatures without the ability to regulate his temperature. certainly, the task at hand would warm him... but, he's bored of it. instead, he drags the coat tightly around his body and sits down, heavily, in the space where lan wangji had planted his feet so firmly.
it's a petulant gesture, but it's really only so that he can reach for his boot and take it off, to better scoop the snow from inside. ]
You're such a beast, Lan Zhan - it's unfair. So handsome, so strong, so generous, [ he tugs on the coat, drawing it up around his throat and jawline as an example, ] it's a wonder you're unmarried. Any maiden would fall under the weight of your charms!
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his praises burn into lan wangji's heart. his praises burn into his heart, as much as wei wuxian's wonderings burn into his lungs, as much as they steal from the comforts that the former had provided. lan wangji, dutiful as he is, only lets his hands dust the clumped flakes now from himself as wei wuxian settles down, the pale of his eyes cast away and down toward the paths they had already taken. his dark lashes, made matted by the moisture of melted snows, tremble in part with the ache of it.
how could he not know? all the whispers through each town and how the rumored hanguang-jun no longer wore a face so bitter— how he no longer wore a face that was quiet in its sorrows, it seemed, as though after the passing of a wife. and yet, he knows wei wuxian's memories are poor. he knows they parceled, in part. he knows, but still what leaves him is nothing. nothing at all, as he decides after a long moment to kneel before wei wuxian regardless. ]
... [ he holds a hand out. his gaze still does not touch upon wei wuxian directly, but instead upon the way wei wuxian attempts to divest himself of the chill. and yet, his voice is clear and low as it most often is. ] The other.
[ the other boot, is what is meant. he will help. ]