Wangxian Prompt/Self-fill Dump

He who has waited Pt 2

Fěicuì cháyuán = Jade Tea Garden

Sunlight lazily peeked into the curtains, finding a slit in them to stab directly into Wei Ying's eyes. He moans pitifully and sits up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It takes him a moment far too long to realize he's at home, in his bed. When it clicks he gasps and jumps out of his bed. This was his room alright, his desk was a mess of notes, textbooks, art supplies and his laptop. His lounge area was its usual chaos of moon pillows, blankets and a bowl of stale popcorn, the tv is off and it seems he was last playing his Nintendo. On the opposite side of his room his walk in closet is open and he can see his homme wardrobe is it's usual mess, clean, but messy, but his femme wardrobe is kept nice and neat because girl clothes needed more tender care than boy clothes. His vanity was cluttered, but neat with his makeup, hair accessories and his jewelry boxes. Nothing looked out of place, but he shouldn't have been home!

"A'Xian, are you awake?" His beloved Shijie's voice calls softly through the door as she knocks and then comes in. "Oh, you're awake! How did you sleep last night?"

"I... How did I get home?" He asks instead.

"Wen QIng said you weren't feeling well and brought you home after you fainted at her house." Jaing Yanli says, blinking her eyes with a slight pinch between her brows. "Are you sure you're okay, Xianxian?" She frets.

"I... I'm not sure... I think the haunted house scared me." Wei Ying lies, rubbing his face with his hands to hide his guilt at fibbing to his Shijie. As far as she knows he had gone to a haunted house event with some friends, not that he was being blackmailed by Wen Chao to walk into Yiling Forest and to try and summon the Mourner. He remembers Wen Qing showing up and trying to stop her cousin, but when things started to get weird and everyone scattered, he had lost her and had worried she might have gotten hurt or killed. Thank goodness she was alright, but he highly doubts she was the one to actually bring him home and if she did, he knows she wouldn't lie to his sister, Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli were overprotective sisters and bonded over their mutual love for their brothers, especially the trouble magnets that are Wen Ning and Wei Ying.

"My poor Xianxian, such a brave boy..." She coos and he cannot help softening his voice, making him sound very young as he lets her hug him, petting his hair.

"Xianxian big boy, but still 3." He mumbles.

"Yes, my Xianxain will always be 3." Yanli giggles and kisses his temple. "Get ready, I made breakfast."

He gives a happy cheer knowing that his sister's amazing cooking was waiting for him, screw his confusion and fear, nothing can ruin Shijie's cooking! She giggles again and leaves as he walks over to his closet and decides what he wants to wear that particular day. He pulls his skinny jeans from the Homme section and a wrap around blouse from the femme section, his well worn red and black high tops and opting for practical, he grabbed one of his thick belts and the matching chain that connects to his wallet. Pleased, he walks out of the closet and to the door next to it that goes into his bathroom...

Wei Ying walks down stairs in his outfit, hiding his blouse under one of his baggy BTS hoodies, his long hair carefully braided into a mermaid tail braid and hanging over his left shoulder. He only did eyeliner and some lip gloss which only highlighted his natural beauty. However when he got to the dinning room he blinked confused seeing a stranger dressed rather formally in traditional clothes. He had a long thin mustache and a short pointy beard. His hair was long and tightly braided, like a whip. His long outer robe was black with deep blue accents outlined in white, swirling clouds and bamboo stalks were artfully stitched in. his pants were a simple white and his shoes pointed at the tip, like the shoes one sees in a Period piece C-drama, and not the more modern rounded flats that most modern traditionalists wear. He felt that something was off... like really off.