[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

[63.] Misgiving.

It was more than clear that the two of them wouldn't be able to be alone around the time of the dinner fuss, so Wei Ying wrapped the blankets around himself, too lazy to get dressed as their room was warm enough. 

Lan Zhan opened his arms again for him, and he settled there comfortably, watching him write, not so much reading what was written, but rather observing the movement of his hands – he knew too well all the contents of that letter; it was his life. He was bored while waiting for the dinner to be brought to them, so he decided to distract his husband, this was always fun. Hanguang-Jun's patience was vast, but not infinite.

- Lan Zhan, did you write about us accepting the visit for your birthday? – he leaned over the table, curious.

- Mmmm.

- Oh, ask about Jin Ling's baby. We might need to spend New Year's at the Lanling Jin Clan, if we get invited! Gods! I do hope we won't be!!!  –  he groaned, rolling his eyes. 

He loved his nephew, but that was the only thing he loved about the Lanling Jin Clan.

- Hmmmm. Right. – Lan Wangji answered automatically.

- Ah, you know, I really prefer it if we celebrate the weeks just with our brothers. I want to take a break from everyone... - he mumbled.

- Can be arranged. Whatever makes you happy, darling. – Lan Zhan murmured, his hand steadily drawing the symbols. He suddenly remembered:

- Do you want me to pass a message for your brother? Or maybe you wish to write something?

Wei Ying pouted. He was not a huge fan of writing; he definitely didn't have Hanguang-Jun's patience.

- Ah... Just tell Zewu-Jun and Jiang Cheng that I miss them... No grand arrangements for a posh birthday celebration. We are too old for that. – he saw Lan Zhan smile, and smiled back at him in return. – Just tell them to be happy. And have fun. That's all.

He grinned, but then hummed, remembering, and added excitedly:

- If the weather is nice we can go hunting together! I am suddenly craving meat, Lan Zhan! It must be the damned cold... - he grumbled, looking outside the window unhappily.

- Meat? – Lan Zhan asked distractedly.

- Yea. Not fish. Real meat. Maybe Bai Li can buy some tomorrow. Market day and all. – he frowned, wondering if he'd forget to mention this to the housekeeper. Ever since he woke up from his accident with Wen Ning's talisman, he had been craving something, but it was right at that moment that he finally could define it.

- Really? Tomorrow? - Hanguang-Jun stopped writing and turned to look at his face.

- Why are you looking at me like that, Lan Zhan! – he blushed and cringed away from him, as his eyes were more piercing than usual.

- It's nothing, darling. I can go hunting for you. - he said with tenderness in his voice, but not letting him out of his sight.

- Oh... But... This means... I will be... We will be apart... for... a whole day? Two days? Lan Zhan...? - his voice broke as he tried to imagine what that would be like. Lately, he could not even fall asleep if his husband was not holding him.

- Well, yes. – Lan Wangji agreed, finishing off his letter now, but alert to every movement and sound in the room.

- Ehhh, Lan Zhan? Maybe...we can send someone else? Maybe the servants can...go instead? – Wei Ying ventured.