Dimensions Apart (Wangxian)

Care

Days passed by in a blink of an eye and soon it had been almost a month since the sudden appearance of Wei Wuxian and Wei Ying. Lan Wangji spared no efforts in taking care of his Wei Ying, nursing him back to health and bringing back his consciousness besides spending every single hour of the day hugging, kissing and resting with his Wei Ying right there, in his arms.

From morning till night, he kept on playing Clarity on Wangji (Lan Wangji's musical instrument, a seven-stringed zither), dedicatedly, every few hours to regulate Wei Ying's qi. 

Healer Fu had guided Lan Wangji on how to feed liquid food to an unconscious person using spoons and even soft muslin cloth. And Lan Wangji did try it. Well...only a few times before resorting to an even better, less messy method. One that involved the use of his lips meeting his Wei Ying's precious ones, every single time he had to feed him. And Lan Wangji absolutely had no complaints about it. He's a great man with a big heart after all.

And when Healer Fu said that he had to trouble Lan er gongzi with Wei Ying's physiotherapy to keep Wei Ying's muscles active and to further stimulate his brain cells...Lan Wangji had not even let out a single sigh before beginning to disrobe his Wei Ying at that very moment, finally having a legible reason for touching, rubbing, pressing and stretching the muscles of the lean, slender and smooth body of his Wei Ying only to stimulate each and every part, equally.

Although Lan Wangji treasured every single moment of his new life since the arrival of his Wei Ying, he still missed him. 

Now, more than ever before. 

The feelings were similar to that of a child patiently waiting to receive his favourite toy on his birthday and when he finally received it after an excruciatingly long wait, wrapped in an exciting-looking gift box, he was asked not to open it until the party ended and the guests have left and so so things have been done.

He missed his Wei Ying's warm smile, his shining silver eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, his sweet charming voice, melodious laughter, wild and youthful exuberance and everything that was his Wei Ying. He missed him. A lot. 

One of these days their son, Lan Sizhui, had approached him with questions he was all too ready to answer. He couldn't even believe how much he had talked about his Wei Ying that day that he failed to notice how the time flew outside the window from morning till evening.

From then on, the father and son duo both did their best to bring back the consciousness of the only person capable of bringing smiles on Lan Wangji's ever-so-stoic face. Well, Lan Sizhui only helped with bringing food and other minor tasks for his other father while his father, Hanguang Jun did all the hard work. After all, how could Lan Wangji allow his son to do such extensive hard work that not only required calculated physical strength and precise techniques but also.. feelings that he just cannot teach...

And so for now, while gently massaging Wei Ying's smooth chest and abdomen muscles with a focused mind, Lan Wangji was just waiting, impatiently, for this beautiful soul this heavenly beauty, his love and his life, his Wei Ying, to open his sparkling silver eyes and call his name-

"Lan Z-Zhan?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Wei Ying!!!"

~Inside Infirmary~

Wei Wuxian, now fully recovered, was starting to understand things and accept his new reality. The reality in which he had apparently died in his original modern world when he fell into the sea after the love of his life, his husband Lan Wangji had shot him in the stomach. And somehow, at that time, he got teleported into this Ancient world where he still could see the faces of people he was familiar with except that...they weren't actually familiar.