|𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞| 1st Version

𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗆𝖾?.... 𝘕𝘰!

𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹?

What is sleep?

Who knows? For all Wei Wuxian knew was that it was now a privilege. A privilege to sleep on a warm bed or even have a roof over your head to keep the coldest nights at bay.

Normally this wasn't a problem much less a concern, enjoying the night's quiet atmosphere heading out and drink while he's moon gazing, for who can blame him for the night shows you it's hidden beauty. A beauty that shy's away from the brightest star. Yet it appears things have taken for a turn.

Now all he could do was twist and turn on his cold makeshift rock bed, accompanied with an old friend pounding hard on his skull, and to make it better the commotion echoing through the cave made his friend pound even harder than before.

Turning to his side and with tired eyes he could make out three figures standing a distance from each other face to face, having one of them hold back the other who looked like they were ready to strike if the person before them tried anything funny. But the strangest part was that this person who was being held back almost seemed like they were rehearsing for a play, practicing in front of a mirror?

Only that the guy with the white robes reflection showed a different color robe, a different persona, not to mention the movement not matching their supposed reflection. No wait, that can't be right, he doesn't even have a mirror to begin with; the only mirror he has is the reflection of the water. So then why are they yelling at themselves?... Ah right of course he forgot. Wangji's edgy counterpart came to make a visit.

"Why?" Lan Zhan voiced, sword held out ready to strike at the man who bears the same face as him and with each step he took he was pushed back as there was someone preventing him from making another step forward. "Who are you." He said through gritted teeth.

"Wangji, let's not be hasty." He nervously chuckled. "... besides it was just an accident, a misunderstanding-." Xichen paused feeling his heart drop by the next few words that came from his brother's counterparts mouth.

"No, I meant it." He admitted with no hesitation or remorse.

This all happened when Lan Xichen was getting his injured arm rebandaged with the help of a Wen, at that time Lan Wangji had passed by to check on his brother to ask if he was alright, not soon after Wangji caught a glimpse of his injury.

Now Lan Wangji might not be a doctor but being a first and second hand witness to many different injuries he deduced that a sword won't be able to do that type of injury, as it's too clean and thin to be made by a sword... but a string could and no one but the Lan family knew how to turn a simple string into a deadly weapon. A technique which used guqin strings for long-ranged attacks.

However, when Xichen was asked about his injury all he could do was try and avoid it, by asking Wangji how he would spend his time in burial mounds, but of course Wangji being stubborn as mule continued to pester him. Xichen at this point had been sweating buckets reluctant to tell the truth, ('Curse them Gusu Lan rules') but it didn't matter once Wangji said if it was him who did it, because his silence was a big enough response to know who the culprit was. "No, Wait!" He tried to stop him, but his injury prevented him from doing so.

The grip on Wangji's arm loosen, taking this as an opportunity, he swiftly moved creating a gust of wind, followed by a blue hue of energy emanating from him. It was too quick for Xichen to realize that his brother already had his counterpart by the neck. "Why!" Lan Wangji repeated once more through gritted teeth.