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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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[sandu]

[ he would have never learned that there was anything else to lan wangji, were it not some strange twisted turn of fate that threw them both ( the three of them ) into this strange convoluted mess of a universe. to him always, the man had been like a passing storm, a passing breeze carrying within clouds so completely beyond his reach that even the thought itself of reaching out like this has been impossible.

( but here he was, here they were, a small flickering fire between them and beside them. here they were, with lan wangji's hand caught between his own )

an impossible thing. if someone had suggested it to him even a week ago, a month ago from now, jiang cheng would have had them locked away for suspicions of some delusional curse.

but lan wangji is not some impossible, impuissant thing; he is but a man, the cold frostbit flesh slowly warming under his touch. a man with real blood and real flesh, one that could freeze or burn or scar, as his back must be, for some inexplicable reason that jiang cheng himself cannot fathom. he is a man with scars in both mind and body, someone capable of such, but it is the other's faint childish stare, the curiosity within them, that finally convinces jiang cheng. nothing but a man.

the sound of his name catches his attention and he lifts his eyes, but it is not before the little bundle of snow is deposited beside his knee, shielded from the fire for a moment.

a rabbit; snow white, with details that must have been formed carefully and precisely ( something that he cannot imagine anyone else to be capable of in this state, but as always, lan wangji manages it somehow ). he glances down, following the gesture of the other's hand, and when he sights the animal jiang cheng merely breathes, a sharp inhale followed by slow, his brows creased in a half frown, lashes curled downward.

a laugh, if it could be counted as one. a laugh, as he had never given one before to lan wangji, not even in their boyhood. ]

What is this? Have I not said that we are both too old for it?

[ then, a little helpless, ] Just what exactly am I supposed to do with it?