The Dark's Light

Screams once more

Tw, panic attack proceed with caution

Lan Zhan was not here. Wei Ying was absolutely terrified, struck paralyzed by just the sheer amount of terror which his mind threw at him. He knew Lan Zhan had been before, he had heard him, had felt his presence besides him and heard the humming in the deep baritone that only Lan Zhan could possess..but now he was gone. 

The thoughts he kept locked up deep inside to keep from dwelling upon them suddenly flew right into the fore of his memories, rushing back into his mind with a cruel speed, the hurtful words one by one lifting themselves into his memory forcing himself to recall them. Memories, so many memories he tried to block out came rushing through at once, and Wei Ying struggled to get up from where he lay, only to collapse, falling over the bed and tumbling into the corner of the room. The bustle outside, carts rolling down the streets, people talking, children laughing and, dogs...dogs barking were the trigger that threw Wei Ying into a panic. 

With a small cry of fear he curled in on himself once more, pressing himself deep onto the corner the wall digging into his shoulder blades painfully as his tears kept falling down his face. Memories of the dungeons and his time spent in them during his time as a hopeless Wen hostage raced in his mind and suddenly, as the bedroom door opened, it was not a door to a room in an inn, not too far from Cloud Recesses, but the metal door the the dungeons, throwing him in, chained up, with the vicious beast which growled and glared at him, and Wei Ying scrambling as far as possible from it hoping that it would leave him alone. It was not the soft voice of Lan Xichen which spoke to him, but the harsh and hauty tone of Wen Chao, nor was it the uncertain, yet still stern voice of Lan Qiren, but the growls from the horrid beast. The hands which reached out for him, they were not human hands, but rather teeth from the jaw of the huge monster which tried to bite him with their fangs. He pressed himself further backwards, in to the wall chaos filling his mind.

Lan Zhan, Lan Qiren thought suddenly, was right to be worried. The boy's qi was all over the place. It was rolling Rapids, and a storm drowning him with just how unstable it was. Dark energy began to float through the room, as no matter what either he or Xichen attempted increased his panic and terror. His fear choking him. Xichen panicked. Lan Wangji would murder them if Wei Ying suffered Qi Deviation whilst they were in the same room.

Wei Ying was still trembling his mind so far into the flashback he could not tell the real from the fake. His mind twisting the eventss and he could not help but choke on air, his lungs not getting enough oxygen. He was drowning in his fear and torment. Breathing still as air filled his lungs and his body, but not managing to feel the air fill his lungs, choking on nothing. He could not speak, could not move, he could only shake and cry from the evil dogs before him. 

He felt it before he saw it. Felt the gentle serenity rolling towards him, he could smell the earthy sandalwood scent which only one person he knew possessed. Without hesitation, he stood on trembling legs, and ran past the beast-like forms of Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren, rushing towards the person bathed in the soft light among the edges of his consciousness. The gentle hum of Lan Zhan's voice crashing over his turbulent mind, his fingers gripping at flesh in the form of Lan Wangji's arms, the younger of the Twin Jades settling the dark whispers in his mind, and the soft brown eyes of Lan Wangji's gaze cutting a hole through the chaos allowing Wei Ying a path to escape through and return to the present and return to Lan Zhan.

Lan Xichen and Qiren stared in utter loss, they could not even begin to explain what had been happening when they walked through the door, and yet what they saw now was even more confusing than what they had seen before. They had not even noticed Lan Zhan behind them at all until Wei Ying had bolted right past them as though it were a life or death situation. Upon turning to look in the direction the other was headed they saw Wei Ying grab desperately at Lan Zhan by his arms. Lan Wangji was in a thin under shirt made of silk, short in the sleeves, considering it was earlier than five in the morning, and technically still resting time, the other had not bothered to change out of his sleeping wear, which exposed his arms. Arms which Wei Wuxian was currently digging his nails into fiercely, drawing little droplets of blood from the intensity of his grip. 

Lan Zhan made no notion of pain, as usual. The other rarely acknowledged pain, and it was often incredibly difficult to tell if Lan Zhan had a high pain tolerance, or if he was just that good of an actor. Instead, Lan Zhan stood where he was when Wei Ying had crashed into him all limbs and trembles. Allowing Wei Ying to grab at him harshly as he did. Simply soothing the younger, placing his head against his chest, over his heartbeat, tracing soothing lines over the youth's lower back, humming that song from last night once more. Wei Ying softly collapsed entirely into the second master's arms. Lan Zhan waiting until the trembling subsided. 

Lan Qiren was shocked. Moments before Wei Ying's qi was in utter despair, wrapping itself around his chest and heart, now, not seconds later, it had completely settled with nothing but a few actions from his nephew. He did not know what to make of it. If another had such unbalanced qi they would have fainted, or lost themselves. Wei Ying should have. But within no less than 30 seconds in Lan Zhan's presence it was as though all was well.
Infuriating.