The Bride of Dragon

4. Saved me

The truth of Hanguang-Jun's circumstances does little to quell the aggression that ebbs and flows between him and Wei Wuxian. He makes no attempt to explain himself and expends no effort to aid Wei Wuxian's frantic search into fixing Lan Wangji's "frosty" situation. Wei Wuxian is even unable to pinpoint if Lan Wangji is under a curse or a spell or some sort of transformation talisman —all aggravatingly different in their function and all requiring different approaches if one wished to break them—due to the dragon's chilling silence.

Wei Wuxian glances up with a frown, shaking out one of the books he has scattered across thelibrary floor. The snow outside falls in thick tufts, creating a curtain more adept at shrouding thelibrary's window than the thin branch now slouching under the weight of Lan Wangji's irritatedmood. It is still light out, the snow reflecting whatever fragments it catches, but Wei Wuxian canonly hazard a vague guess at the time. He hasn't seen Hanguang-Jun since the dragon woke himbefore dawn, with a loud thump of his tail against the roof of Wei Wuxian's room.

With a huff, Wei Wuxian decides against calling out for his reclusive husband and returns to his"organized" chaos. The library is hardly recognizable now, papers, books, and scrolls all looselyopened and tossed in a careless manner. Wei Wuxian has never worked well in a tidy room andtidy rooms have never lasted long with him, all of them slowly coming to reflect the innerworkings of his mind. This means, naturally, he has no problem with it. Hanguang-Jun, who arrives nearly thirty minutes later, seems to have quite a large one.

"What?" Wei Wuxian asks when he hears the dragon's low growl. He doesn't bother looking upthis time. "Have you finally come to help me? One tap for yes, two for no." Another growl."That's not a tap, Hanguang-Jun, use your words now."

This time, there's a hollow thunk and the sound of snow cascading from the roof of the librarypavilion, Hanguang-Jun having snapped his tail against it in irritation. Wei Wuxian returns thiswith a look of surprise.

"Oh? You have come to help? I'm glad to hear it. Well, come on then, come on in."This time, Hanguang-Jun's growl is a menacing rumble and Wei Wuxian absentmindedly wonders what his name would sound like in the dragon's mouth. However, when this causes him to be undisturbed by the dragon's threat, there's another thunk and Hanguang-Jun's eyes are narrow slits once more.

Wei Wuxian breaks with a scowl. He tosses the book in his hand and it slides across the floor, itspage wide open, and returns Hanguang-Jun's glower for a brief moment. The air is as sharp as it is cold but Wei Wuxian finds himself oblivious to it as he storms from the room to stand in an open hallway and meet Hanguang-Jun head-on.

"I am trying to help you!" Wei Wuxian shouts, hands curled into tight fists. An aggressive sweep of Hanguang-Jun's tail tosses a large amount of snow and visibly shows his obvious disinterest in such help. Wei Wuxian lets out a bitter laugh. "Dear Hanguang-Jun, do you really enjoy being a dragon that much? I have to wonder if this frigid air is even due to your dragon form at all!"Hanguang-Jun's claws curl into the ground. Wei Wuxian abandons the safety of the hallway to press further into the dragon's space, snapping as he does, "Well? What is it? You obviously havesomething to tell me! Let it out!"

They move as two snowflakes spun together in the storm, Hanguang-Jun forming a loose spiralas he encircles Wei Wuxian, blocking him from returning to the hallway. Wei Wuxian lets out asnort, matching his turns with a barely hidden sneer.