It's been thirteen years since Lan Zhan was last in a room with Wei Wuxian, but its been five minutes since he saw Wei Ying teaching art online. Devising a complex plan to save Wei Ying from being framed from murder, Lan Zhan throws his life and he...
So, as a friend of mine asked, "You did say you were writing a Xisang piece didn't you Lightning? And you are keeping to your promise of non-standard smut?"
Ah, yes I was. I am. This happened. *Hides behind nearest rock* This ship has so many fantastic stories and while its not a pairing I thought of watching the drama...through the lens of slash fic writing...I can actually see multiple moments in all media forms where there was potential. So here I am, a Xisang writer too. ;)
Nie Huaisang is more Fatal Journey than as he was when he was strictly a Junior in Untamed.
Xi means creek or small river, popular concept in Chinese poetry to describe love.
If anyone is interested, some of my modern moments were inspired by this amazing artwork by채오@chaeooooo:
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I skipped the suits, because the Lan Sect is traditional and would want to retain something of their heritage, so I imagine they keep the forehead ribbon somehow and wear one of those name-unknown sleeveless robes would be more their thing. And the sash belt, because its Lan Qiren. :)
All credit goes to the creator 채오. I am only a fan.
Nie Huaisang flexed the fingers of his left hand as he gazed at his laptop.
The summation of all of the rumors against himself and the Jiang were written across the screen, compiled by one of his little birds. Half of them were easily dismissed, but the other half were problematic, he thought sipping his coffee.
Out of all the people he knew only Wei Wuxian and himself really understood the power of rumor, hearsay and the momentum of hate. For Wei-xiong, rumors of his parentage had haunted his life, making him an enemy of Lady Yu and generally making his life miserable as result for all he would fiercely deny it, excusing Lady Yu with every breath.
And for himself, it was Lady Jin who had ruined his relationship with his father and strained his reconciliation with Mingjue, who he missed like a diver misses oxygen. A few whispers in the ear of a man already destabilizing and his fate, without Nie Mingjue being present to fight against it...it was set.
He hadn't forgotten that. He had no proof, partly because when Father qi deviated he killed most of the witnesses and the very act of speaking of it, would be an unforgivable slur against their father in Mingjue's eyes, who was trying so hard to keep everything afloat. But he hadn't forgiven the Jin either. This he would never do.
But now, he thought rising to put the coffee cup in the sink, things were different.
It wasn't solely about his problems or his history, his grudges.
