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/ spins around
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/ dances
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[ shoulders seem to tense up when his hand is brushed against, and wei ying decides he’ll be an arm rest as one is slung over him. he’s just about to move, just about to tell him to get off— when a huff of warm air breezes against his flushed ears. ]
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@hanguanji . eh? ridiculous? [ his lips curl into a slight frown, but it's not one that seems overly upset by lan zhan's dismissal. after all, he is known for persisting in spite of others telling him not to. ] whaat? you even called me wei-gege that night. did our bonding mean nothing? [ tone laced with melodramatics, his voice purposefully raised as if with intention of teasing and embarrassing the second young master. ]
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@weiyingrs [ good friends ?? when. did. he. agree. to. this? he didn’t. exactly. clearly unpleased with this offer, a flash of a glare is sent his way, trying to get away from the arm slung over him. ] .. ridiculous. ///
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@hanguanji . hey, lan zhan. now that you and i have become good friends—- [ a courtesy declared by himself, not necessarily consented by lan zhan (in fact, the second young master had explicitly stated he was not interested in their friendship) ] — you should sneak into my room tonight, hm? we can get drunk and talk about the whole yin iron situation!
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[ thirteen years is a long time. thirteen years does not pass by in the blink of an eye. thirteen years is thirteen birthday’s spent mourning.
` through wading grass, the months will pass, you’ll feel it all around. i’m here, i’m there, i’m everywhere, but you can’t catch me now `
he remembers it vividly, pouring emperor’s smile over the edge of the cliffside where / he / fell. where the one dearest to him died. it was the last of wei ying’s birthday’s he spent alone, heart longing for company that cannot arrive, the one who would tease him and tug at his sleeve —
` you see my face in every place, but you can’t catch me now `
thirteen years have passed. thirteen years has changed your appearance. thirteen years i will never leave you again. ]
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@hanguanji . [ soft, sleepy eyes slowly arouse from slumber, a faint noise akin to a grumble is heard. eyelids fluttering, he slowly wakes, anticipating lan zhan's lack of presence (wei ying often wakes up hours after lan zhan does), only to be pleasantly surprised with lan zhan's gaze on his. he smiles sleepily, letting out a quiet laugh as he engulfs his hand with lan zhan's, his touch gentle, reassuring of his existence. ] decided to be lazy with me?
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/ explanation time:
SO BASICALLY this is lan zhan dreaming of the thirteen years wei ying had been dead. this particular birthday of wei ying’s was the last one spent before he came back in mo xuanyu’s body. to honour it, lan zhan pours him wine, because he has so many memories of wei ying trying to sneak emperors smile. at the end of this starter, he wakes up from it, and this is after they have eloped together bc HUSBANDS.
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[ chilli oil ..of course wei ying brought it with him to cloud recesses. clearly he had learned about the blander, plainer, strictly vegetarian food that is provided to accommodate all taste buds, but why now has it been dumped on his / own / bowl of rice and steamed vegetables, a spoon of it being pushed in his face because wei ying is so insistent he does not waste food ? ] …
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@hanguanji . [ he would relish in making lan zhan flustered a little longer... had lan zhan not responded to the spice in such an exaggerated manner. his shoulders perk up in alarm when lan zhan abruptly coughs, and his hands instinctively reaches for lan zhan's back, trying to settle him down. a look of confusion overwrites his features, and he unintentionally lets out a small laugh. ] lan zhan?! pfft.. are you okay?
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@weiyingrs wei / ying / - — [ it isn’t at all just his ears that flush at the use of this name, no, even his cheeks are beginning to redden, and not even by the effect of the chilli oil. he hasn’t touched that yet, the deathtrap that it is. reluctantly, because he will / not / waste food, his chopsticks are snapped open, taking the rice with an ungodly amount of chilli oil on it, and putting it into his mouth. it takes less than a moment for the effects to nearly kill him on the spot. ]
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@hanguanji . what? chili oil doesn't derive from the gusu lan clan's principles. and, i didn't even add a lot. [ it's a lie; to those who have been accustomed to a plain diet would find the amount grandeur, but compared to the amount wei ying has added to his own meal, he's not insincere. he grins encouragingly, tapping the chopsticks against lan zhan's lips, as if beckoning to open them. ] come on, lăogōng. don't be stubborn. [ he teases lightly. ]