Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

Music And Memories Part 6

To preserve the secrecy of the location where they're at, Luo QingYang invites them onto the tinted windowed minibus again. It's not like anyone has a choice, so they climb aboard and once the door closes behind them with a hydraulic whoosh, they're off.

“This is nice,” Mo XuanYu remarks, sliding his fingers across the expensive leather covers. “Is this how we got here?”

The minibus seats have a function that enables them to be turned around so that everyone is facing each other. LED lights change colour along the sides and it feels mysterious and high-tech at the same time. They can see each other in the shadowy lighting and Mo XuanYu can pick out their expressions reasonably well.

“You came in the ambulance, but the rest of us came in this, yes.” Luo QingYang pats his knee.

“Oh, right,” Mo XuanYu remarks as his mind skitters away from that line of thinking.

But he makes the mistake of looking up and he knows before it registers that Lan WangJi is looking at him. It's so intense, the level of his interest and in the light of his new discoveries, makes Mo XuanYu see his interest in a different context. Also, it's rather nice if exciting to be the sole focus of someone like him. The minibus goes over a pothole and jars these thoughts out of his head.

He may as well ask the questions he's thinking about. Mo XuanYu remembers the look of pure relief on Lan WangJi's face when he'd walked back into the conference room and said he wanted to visit the Cloud Recesses out of all his choices.

Mo XuanYu had read somewhere that the eyes of a person were the mirrors of their soul, and in Lan WangJi's case, he gets it. It's hard to explain because Mo XuanYu hasn't figured out everything yet, all the nuances of what he feels, but he knows that mostly Lan WangJi is a contained, quiet person. To the untrained eye, he appears unaffected by his surroundings or the current situation, but his lovely golden eyes are like crystal balls showing his feelings openly, at least to Mo XuanYu.

Whether that is something attributed to Lan WangJi's Wei WuXian is something else to consider. But the complications that arise from his duality are problems for another day; today has been quite overwhelming, thank you very much.

“You wanted to ask some questions,” Luo QingYang prompts him.

“Mo XuanYu may ask whatever he wants to,” Lan WangJi states. It's as much an offer to him as it is a challenge to the others to dare defy him.

Mo XuanYu shivers unexpectedly, and Wen Qing throws a blanket around his shoulders while Wen Ning arranges another one across his knees. Lan WangJi looks miffed that it wasn't him who had done that for him in the first place.

This is exactly an example of what Mo XuanYu means. No words were spoken in that small interaction and yet even though all of these people are complete strangers to him, he is fully aware of everyone's dynamics in the group. The question is, is that because of Wei WuXian's muscle memory about them or has Mo XuanYu understood it via observing them? The automatic-ness of it makes him lean towards the former. And then there is how they perceive him.

But they can't be sure of his personality now, how he thinks, reacts, or behaves as Mo XuanYu. They can't treat him as they would have treated Wei WuXian either, because that person no longer exists in the present. Say Mo XuanYu got his memories back, even then, he thinks that something would be different. The Wei WuXian of the past might not merge well with the new one, an amalgamation of two separate people.

“I want to find out who Wei WuXian was,” he says quietly after thinking it over. “I think that might be good. And I think I want to get to know all of you, too. Again.”

“But?” Wen Qing is intuitive.

Mo XuanYu smiles gratefully at her. “But I'd like to do it slowly if possible. Right now, I feel like I'm trapped in a tiny room with a tornado. Everything is coming at me and I need time. And distance. I just–I want to be able to think about it but in my own way.”