WangXian Thoughts (one shots)

So Daring, My Darling. (Pt. 4)

Wangji woke up with a start. He was reeling with the events which had taken place yesterday. After some time when he was right in his usual headspace he realized he hadn't any nightmares yesterday. It's indeed been so long since he had slept without a care in the world, falling into slumber without feeling the pain of his past.

He's always thought nightmares were something that never leaves him, especially with someone as introverted as himself. He refused to speak to people regarding any unpleasant occurrences in his past. 

One of them being his vivid memory of his mother falling to her death. It was a memory that would haunt him forever despite what others had said; it wasn't your fault.

How could he think it wasn't his fault when the healer had later announced if they were fast enough they could save her. They couldn't save her because he was stricken where he stood until his brother arrived a while later demanding why he was frozen. 

It was then he had come back to his senses desperately clinging to his older brother's robes asking him to do something, whatever it may be to bring his mother back but it wasn't possible. All because of his panic induced younger self that hadn't thought through.

Wei Wuxian had given him a night of peace and he would be forever thankful although he still didn't care for his demonic-like ways. He shook himself from the negative thoughts way too early in the morning and began his morning routine. 

When he cleaned himself he sat on the bed to meditate but when the minutes ticked by making him extremely restless he opened his eyes and looked about to see what was nudging his sixth sense.

Quickening his steps, he opened the door walking forward only to be slammed with a powerful wave of spiritual energy on his side to a corner, his head plummeting into the mud wall from yesterday. He hissed, feeling the blood at his neck and saw a panicked Wei Wuxian running to his side.

"Hunguangjun? Lan Wangji?" He asked, his heart pummeling against his ribcage as he swiftly lifted the man into his arms and strode towards another house.

Wangji was feeling dizzy, his head lolling onto Wei Wuxian's broad shoulders, whimpering. His right side was numb and he knew he would be feeling it when it starts to go away.

"Hurts." He said, feeling extremely young again. He remembered when a rather tall bulky boy shoved him down the stairs when he was only seven. He had cried to his mother hiding in her robes for a few hours, her hand at his back, gently stroking as she hummed a folk song of Gusu.

He felt exactly like it now and he hid his face into Wei Wuxian's chest, mumbling 'mama' as his head spun and his world went dark. Before his consciousness completely left him he heard a rather desperate murmur of his name; so delicate and fragile.

He registered a few voices speaking right next to him, like the buzzing of the flies. It was irritating but he couldn't get any words out of his mouth and he didn't know why. His head was throbbing so was his neck and his right side. There was also a faint numbness in his left knee. He wanted to open his eyes but they were stubbornly shut against his will.

"Lan Zhan?" The voice was suddenly closer and familiar and he whined. He wanted to see. Hearing wasn't enough so he attempted to lift his hand but they were as heavy as iron. A hand held his own, cooling his warmed hands, probably due to his injuries.

Wei Wuxian's silver lake-like eyes stared at him as his eyelids fluttered open. He struggled to rise but he felt light headed so he quickly halted his movements and let his curious gaze run across every corner of the room. It wasn't his, obviously but guessing from the outlay of the room it was a healing chamber.