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[laozu]

WHO: Ancient China Wuxia Crew ( Wei Wuxian laozu, Lan Wangji wangxian & Jiang Cheng sandu )
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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[laozu]

[ at the door, he pauses.

it's a foolish and ungentlemanly thing, he knows, to speak of matters between men behind one party's back. to turn to someone else over the matter of what was said publicly, rather than to pursue jiang cheng in conversation, was rude. inconsiderate. even he, who bucked tradition and regulations, was left feeling disquieted and uncomfortable at what he was doing. who he was turning to, even if it was just to reassure lan wangji that he was no longer bothered by such slander, that he'd heard worse. that it hadn't hurt him at all, it had just come as a shock. all things that are and would always be lies, when it came to cruelties that left his shidi's lips. ]

For what it's worth, had I known you were going to be arriving, I wouldn't have asked mister Ardyn if I could bunk with him.

[ he steps inside, feeling strange and more than slightly nervous that at any moment, jiang cheng will come through the door as well. ]

I just wanted to thank you. I know it's not who you are, to raise a fuss over something like that - but thanks, for not saying anything. You really jumped to my aid at Koi Tower, I was worried for a second that you'd do something like that again... you don't need to burn your bridges, really.

[wangxian]

[ the pause is not lost.

it is understood. it is carried close to the chest, as any secret may be. and within himself, within the skin of what has been said and what has not, lan wangji keeps this too. he keeps it, as he keeps himself aside until wei wuxian has passed through the door, the words upon his tongue coming as they will and falling as they might. at times, lan wangji had caught himself in wonder if his lack were used too by wei wuxian. he wonders, in part, if his verbosity is an apology for lan wangji's silence— but these are idle and frivolous things. he knows what is couched within them, as much as what is couched within his own absence.

and yet, and still—

the initial declaration comes and lan wangji is more ready to absorb it. he is able to make peace with what wei ying presents to him, whether it is right or wrong. it is what he desires most, is is not? but, there is a balm to it. it soothes into the longer nights that he has not heard wei wuxian's mumbling, takes ache from the way he finds himself looking for his teases despite his better interest. feel my heartbeat, he'd told lan wangji once. his fingers itch in memory of it and yet, that is not enough to touch apart the anger for him that smolders far beneath.

it is not enough and he wonders if wei wuxian could conceive of how close he had been to offering jiang cheng the sharp of his tongue like the glare of bichen, all syllables cold and seething. and here, here too, he wonder how it is still that wei wuxian cannot see what lan wangji had done thus far he has done willingly. he has done because he wanted to. because, in the end, it was wei wuxian he wanted to remain beside more than anything.

and yet, what leaves his lips after a moment of silence is this. it is this, paired with the soft shutting of the door. ]

Mn, [ he acknowledges, for the first. and still, he turns to wei wuxian in the impersonal shape of this room and sees only warmth. he untangles the words in his heart, like a maiden at loom. no matter how he pulls, the knot will not free itself. not entirely. his pale eyes flicker in the surety and devotion that has been now been felt by now as wei wuxian's own. ] There is no need for thank yous.

[ there is not. for many a reason, there was never at all. ]