WangXian Untamed Together

Chapter 2 - Healing Hall

5:00 AM. The palest light of the dawning day lifted the gloom of the night and the earliest songbirds made known their presence.

Lan WangJi's eyes opened, and he allowed his sleepiness to filter away as he focussed his vision on the ceiling above. He could feel the warm weight of his husband, gently moving as he breathed, and he thanked the gods for the privilege. It was all he hoped for, to awake every morning beside his husband. Today was a gift he'd feared to lose... and yet... Lan WangJi considered carefully. There were differences – from yesterday, from even before Wei WuXian's near miraculous (and near fatal) feat in the Cold Cavern.

Wei WuXian's head lay heavy in the curve of neck and shoulder, his hair trailing across Lan WangJi's throat and torso. Lan WangJi's left hand twitched, and he stroked the lengths that lay down Wei WuXian's back, tangling in small snarls. He freed his right hand where it still held Wei WuXian's wrist, fingertips still in contact with his pulse, unconsciously monitored throughout the night. Lan WangJi stroked down Wei WuXian's (far too knobby) back, across the (far too prominent) hipbone, the (far too lacking) buttocks and the (far too narrow) thigh, resting across his own hips. Ahhh... there's the difference, he thought to himself. Wei WuXian's original body was a solid head taller than Mo XuanYu. With his body restored, he was much of a height with Lan WangJi. Taller than before, his body simply fit differently to Lan WangJi's and the puzzle pieces of their joining would take relearning. Lan WangJi's lips twitched in amusement. I'll enjoy taking a refresher course in Wei Ying, and his body....

Lan WangJi was reassured to note the change in Wei WuXian's position from when they had fallen asleep. Long limbs were entwined in a way they had not been of recent weeks. Wei WuXian must have moved in his sleep for his head to have migrated from chest to Lan WangJi's neck, his thigh from the mattress to crossing Lan WangJi's pelvis. Wei WuXian nuzzled into Lan WangJi's neck and shifted himself a little closer in his arms. Lan WangJi stilled his wandering hands. I must have the Healer check on Wei Ying before we have our everyday. I won't risk his health...

As carefully as he was able, Lan WangJi slid from the bed. He smiled to himself as he saw his Wei WuXian, still deeply asleep, murmur with a questioning tone and his arms move sluggishly to look for the warm body just removed from his embrace. He had missed his sleepy husband's unconscious search for him, and he swiftly tucked a pillow into Wei WuXian's arms as he pulled the light summer quilt up. A sigh greeted his efforts, but his husband did not awaken. Gently he brushed the hair from Wei WuXian's face and kissed his forehead. A wonderful way to wake up, in the arms of his husband. The only way I ever want to wake up... With a heart full of gratitude, Lan WangJi went about his usual morning routine.

By the time breakfast was done and the men ready for the day, a problem had already been identified.

Much to his amusement, Wei WuXian simply had nothing to wear. Literally. The robes worn by Mo XuanYu were short enough to be considered indecent, falling not far below Wei WuXian's knees. His wrists were shockingly exposed by sleeves too short to accommodate longer arms. While the fit around was adequate, particularly given Wei WuXian's naturally slim figure and the current state of inadequate flesh, he looked like a child who had undergone a series of growth spurts. At last, it was decided that Wei WuXian would have to make do with what was available, and he donned a spare set of Lan WangJi's own robes. While Lan WangJi cast a longing look toward the red inner robes cast aside, he had to admit to a strangely warm glow in his chest, as he beheld Wei WuXian in his own clothing. Despite his paleness, the natural gold of Wei WuXian's skin was rich in contrast to the crisp white, and the soft warm tints of his face a clear counterpoint to the cool, calm shades of his husband's robes. In a way he could not describe, seeing his husband in the Lan colours did something that ached pleasantly in Lan WangJi's heart.