Pitched Normal

Upon Waking

Wei Ying had not truly expected the Jade to obey his desires. He was, therefore, quite pleasantly surprised when he found out that the Jade had done exactly that, regardless of how likely dangerous he had thought it to be. Then again, Wei Ying supposed that someone like Lan Wangji did not so easily give his word, and therefore it was not easily broken. As such a thought crossed his mind, he began to realize that not only had Lan Wangji not allowed Wei Ying's siblings to get to him, but he had taken him somewhere outside of the Cloud Recesses. Confusion marred his features, too tired to keep his usual facade in place. He glanced around him, realizing he was laying on a bed, a rather comfortable one, and one which was likely incredibly expensive as well. Wei Ying bit his lower lip, getting more and more confused by the second. Where in the world was he?

He finally managed to register that there were strums of music echoing around the room, which rather surprised him as he had not expected such a thing. He looked around the room in surprise, only to have his eyes widen as he was graced to see Lan Wangji sitting in the corner of the room, a snowy white guqin floating gently, suspended above his lap. He was not looking at the room, and likely had not realized that Wei Ying was even awake at the moment. Therefore, Wei Ying did not really feel bad about staring at him. He really could not help it. He was just so ethereal; it was really hard not to. Wei Ying could not be at fault for staring at the beauty before him. Lan Zhan's fingers plucked the strings of his guqin, softly strumming them, his nails trimmed to perfection. Sitting with ever perfect posture, his back was unbearably straight, though he seemed to be utterly relaxed. His eyes remained staring down at the strings that he played, not glancing up once during Wei Ying's perusal, eyelashes fluttering across the skin whenever he would close them and blink. The light blues of his robes were surrounding him, and with the sun hitting the ornament in his hair, and the silky strands of ebony gracefully dancing into his face, Wei Ying was utterly convinced that Lan Zhan had to be some kind immortal that had graced his presence with his beauty.

In a moment, Lan Zhan stopped playing his instrument, placing a delicate hand on the top of the strings. He did not look up immediately, giving Wei Ying enough time to hastily attempt to at least get back to a somewhat less obvious 'hey I was staring at you and you are utterly beautiful' position, leaning back on the bed, and falling back as he leaned too far backwards. His dark eyes looked up and saw Wei Ying's flustered face, as the other tried to seem as though he had not been staring in awe at his figure just moments ago. His eyes swept over Wei Ying, as though taking him in, carefully watching him even as this seemed to only make Wei Ying more flustered and anxious.

Wei Ying could not help the light pink blush on his cheeks, but he played it off rather well, or at least he thought so, by instantly calling out to Lan Zhan eagerly. Or perhaps he did not do as well as he would hope, his voice coming way too eager then the situation necessarily called for. Then again perhaps not considering he had always been rather happy and excited to see Lan Zhan, perhaps it was more commonplace with Lan Zhan than would be to someone else, like Shijie, or Jiang Cheng ... that is if they even noticed.

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying called out happily, his aura instantly brightening greatly, and his eyes lighting up with joy, happy at seeing Lan Zhan, and happier at knowing that Lan Zhan had kept his promise, even if he was in an entirely confusing place.

Something which would shock anyone. Because of the fact that Wei Ying had always known where he was, given his time on the streets, he hated not knowing where he was. Yet, something about Lan Zhan so far had never really caused him to feel that it was necessary to be entirely on guard, always somehow ensuring that he felt comfortable. Perhaps he did not know that he was doing it, but he was. It was fascinating to Wei Ying.

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan said softly, he figured that if Wei Wuxian would continue to incessantly use his given name instead of his courtesy name, he was allowed to return the favor. Though, he would never admit that he was pleased at the look of surprise and joy that Wei Wuxian showed upon his face after hearing him call the boy by his given name.

"Lan Zhan, where ... where are we?" Wei Ying asked, his voice becoming softer as his eyes flitted about nervously. Was Lan Zhan going to be in trouble for allowing him here? That was the last thing he wanted.

Once the thought entered his mind, Wei Ying did not seem to be able to get it out of his head. He was worried. Worried that he had caused Lan Zhan trouble, by asking him to stay with him and to not tell his siblings about what had happened. His siblings did not know ... about anything, and while he was sure Lan Zhan likely had questions, had guesses of his own, he refused to speak on them, not wanting to make Wei Ying uncomfortable. Lan Zhan was just too perfect, and the very last thing that he wanted was to make the other get into trouble because the boy was trying to do something that Wei Ying had asked of him.

"You ... You are not going to be getting into trouble for letting me in here ... right ? Wei Ying asked, lifting his eyes nervously up to Lan Wangji, watching the fond look fleetingly cross his eyes.

"No, Wei Ying is in the Jingshi."

That ... honestly, that meant nothing to Wei Ying. He did not know what the importance of the Silent Room was. He could tell that it was important in some way, as Lan Zhan had hesitated before saying it. It did not really take all that long to guess what it was.

To be honest, the room had Lan Zhan written all over it in how tidy everything was, how clean and pristine, and minimalist it was. It ... struck him for a moment. That Lan Zhan had decided to bring him to his own room ... such ... wonder. He was not even worthy to gaze upon Lan Zhan, and yet he was allowed to do that, and still Lan Zhan had given him mercy in his pleas and had brought him to his own room to avoid the outside world.