[ There are times when he knows to inflict himself in increments, like poison tolerated by a learning body, one sip, then the next. And then — today — there is the happy accident of his presence, an unmitigated intrusion, waiting early-morning on Wei Wuxian's doorstep.
Multiple minds are better suited than the mere one to riddle the puzzle Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui's — ...suitor puts before Lan Wangji. This is unquestioned. But Lan Xichen and the elder masters can only recite tenets of cultivation Wangji himself has learned, and on this fine occasion, they want a more sophisticated learning.
The dead, to speak for the dead. The Yiling Patriarch, to give their wisdom, when they cannot. ]
Confer with me.
[ Why, look at this convenient and most innocent availability of lotus pods, housed neatly in a makeshift parchment dress beside him. How sudden and most unexpected, and certainly unlike a bribe it is. ]
[The rare occasion to have Lan Wangji on his doorstep, never unwelcome, yet so elusive. The question of confer gives him a slight puzzled expression, what could possibly need his guidance? And one that woukd warrant a bribe. It's only for a moment however, his stance relaxes into casual familiarity easily and the grin that loves to plaster his face is in full view.<]
Lan Zhan! You can always ask, and though your gift is appreciated, it's unnecessary.
[He will take them like precious gold none the less however.]
[ Appreciated... but unnecessary. He pierces the lotus pods with a steady gaze, uncertain whether to double down on his generosity, or gently withdraw it. Washed by sunlight, the gift seems to bloom, strangely sweet in its innocence.
He toys with the hardened edges, fingers tracing each leathery crevice. Where to begin the particulars of this story? In a teahouse, there might be honeyed treats and candied juices, refreshments to prepare the body for conversation, even as the mind negotiates its pleasantries. ]
A... magician has made a boy a vessel for part of his soul. [ No prelude, no calming Wei Wuxian's spirits, no foresight. ] The boy wishes him dead, and his soul exorcised.
[ But why concern yourself, Lan Wangji? His mouth sours, corners adrift and sinking south. He hesitates: ]
He boy courts my son and your nephew.
[ And so, Lan Wangji's glance climbing up the ladder of Wei Wuxian's mouth and nose and steadying on the line of his vision — so, he must be helped. ]
[To take such a precious thing back would be immensely cruel. Why not share? Share in the magic that is lotus, the cure for all woes, or so Wei Wuxian beleives.
For a moment he is confused again, Sizhui and Jin Ling? Wasn't Jin Ling young for that and immature? And wasn't Shizui just arrived? Was he that fast!? It didn't occur to him it was the other way round in the specific individuals and their origins.
Still, no matter the reason, Lan Wangji came to him with an issue and he woukd do his best to help solve it.]
It sounds complicated, and part of a soul is strange....
Have you met the magician boy to see his state yet? Zidian is still around, right? Has it been tried yet?
[It seemed like the first thing to try before moving on.]
[ Zidian, an ancestral weapon, now of Yunmeng Jiang — devised for torture, as much as pained exorcism. Lan Wangji knows it by reputation, for all he has only seen it crudely drawn, in battle, as if it might be an infantry instrument, and not the portent of sacred magic.
It speaks to each of their comfort — their nature, no matter banishment and clan disavowal, or how often Wei Wuxian speaks he has joined the Gusu Lan as their bride — that they each turn their mind to the inheritance of their sect. ]
I thought of Inquiry. [ Peaceful exchange, then brutality, if there is a need for it. The Lan way of appeasement. ] To test if the foreign fragment has forged itself to the boy's soul, or answers separately.
[ But, unspoken, unbidden, unnecessary — if it does not? ]
[Zidian is as harsh and as gentle as it's user requires, having been on the tail end of it many times he was quite familiar with it. Not once did he have lasting scars or pain beyond a few hours, a typical punishment. Not half as harsh as the beating at GusuLan.]
If it's attached a quick force out seems a way to see how attached it is. But trying inquiry is worth it if we can communicate with the fragment. Though, can communication happen if the party in question isn't here?
[He assumed they were not.]
As far as harming the soul, it shouldn't. If there is no right it should push it out, if there is a right it won't do anything. And then from there it may take actual extraction and meticulous unwinding.
[But the subject woukd need to be observed and understanding of how it happened learned.]
[ But he rescues the foresight to say it slowly, carefully, without open judgement, for all he turns to survey Wei Wuxian with the expectant look of any house master who knows his stray cat has just waddled gracefully by the pigeons.
This need not involve a man whose golden core is still tentatively convalescent, whose immunity is tender, whose reactions come mute and dull. Not past the theory of this exchange. ]
I shall make attempt, once I am of... [ Silence, as shameful as every time Nie Huaisang takes Lan Wangji's measure, only to find fault with every fraction of his missing chroma. Yes, yes, young masters. Humbly, he has learned the lesson of his drained reserves. ] Amenable condition.
[ And then, inevitably — ]
If Zidian is required, Jiang Wanyin will be entreated.
[He keeps his gaze on Lan Wangji taking measure of him. Once again treated as if he were an invalid while Lan Wangji sits there suffering minimum energy out of foolish stubbornness.
He can't help but frown. It was unfair.
And out of a sense of mischeviousness and a sense of frustration at such a statement, he slides closer.]
And how are you preparing yourself? Why should I not be present to assist?
Jin Rulan commissioned my help. He will supply the... requirements due.
[ And there is enough pointed regret in that admission that the tips of Lan Wangji's ears have the decency to flag, ripening quickly. Shift and shimmy, silk squandered through friction. Wei Wuxian glides over, and Lan Wangji greets him, on cue, with a raised hand to hold the cup of a lotus pod.
Here, you spoiled cat. Eat. ]
No need to trouble you.
[ If the boy asked the services of Gusu Lan, it is only fair that he should pay their fee in full — for all it pains both him and Lan Wangji to suffer through the imperative of a shameful few hours' awkward hand holding.
It's not that Lan Wangi despises everything to do with touching young Jin Ling in particular, only the human species at large. ]
Could your flute command the soul to divide itself?
[ If the fragment has bound itself to the boy, in the worst of all scenarios. ]
[ Other methods. He stirs, hairs on the back of his neck rising, feline and alert, with the sickening but glaring conviction that whatever Wei Wuxian means to say next will insult the cultivation world, its history and spirit.
That Lan Wangji will grudgingly, faithfully, curiously walk that path of wonder beside him. ]
What other means?
[ Damn his eyes, but Lan Wangji should not show interest. This is how downfall begins, one footstep leading into the next, then the incautious slide. This is how Wei Ying seduced himself to the wrongfulness that spelled death after mischief. ]
[He really can't help grinning ear to ear, he was practically rocking back and forth on his heals with his hands behind his back.p
Spiritual!
[The sorts of things he couldn't do without a golden core. Talismans here and there had been doable, but intense work and using spiritual weapons beyond a limited point was impossible. However, with his core, such things would be a given, and in a few days his labor would be done.]
[ Years ago, this might have startled him into petty annoyance, easy submission. Into gathering his robes about himself and retreating, smoke at his heels.
But now he has learned Wei Wuxian's trickery too well to fall for the first glimpse of its teeth. He means to irritate, to provoke, to tease. He wants to be questioned, and so Lan Wangji —
Lan Wangji bides his time, painstakingly peeling each and every last lotus seed from the second pod cup left to him, as if it is a most precious gift, and the uneasy pass of his fingers across it might scratch its golden enamel. Finally, a herd of seeds litters his palm. He offers it to Wei Ying, graciously. ]
[He's suprised by the labor and the offer, and can't help but have a surge of affection. Affection was a default at this point, he knew it's name and it's tone so well. Gently he takes a seed and puts it in his mouth. Lotus seeds, the greatest things in the world, the answer to all problems and a sense of home.]
You should eat some too.
[Because they have to be shared, no matter what they need to be experienced with others, that was their purpose. With his family, with his shidi or even his friends, they must be shared.]
In the matter of how to proceed? Observe the boy, see his state, try inquirey, then zidian. Evocation isn't an option with a fragmented soul, so something else is needed. Maybe distance? If it's latched on, perhaps we can trick it into thinking a substitute is the real person.
[Of course he meant to move the fragment to a paper man, and once it was moved destroy it properly.]
But, no matter how good you are, you can't do that alone. And Jin Ling doesn't have the skill to help.
[ Force the spirit out. Lure it. Trick it, in the method closest to Wei Wuxian's own mind, nearest to his heart. Lan Wangji nearly laughs, but the smile contains itself, directed instead at the largest seed in his hand.
He picks it up between two fingers, carefully raising it to shift it left-right and let the light dance down and catch on its fattened, twirling figure. It is no gentlemanly feat to chew seeds like the peasants do, but there is a limit to how much he can deny Wei Wuxian in the scope of the same lone conversation.
With a hum, he bites down, chews, lets the strange tang diffuse itself in his mouth. A different breed to the lotus at home. Bitterer, more raw than he'd perhaps intended — not displeasing, exactly. Only changed. ]
Zewu-Jun can accompany me.
[ Of all the objections Wei Wuxian might set against Lan Xichen, the master of Cloud Recesses is not unskilled.
[Do not judge him of his suggestions, he has spoken naught but practiced and true daoist method, should he instead think of that which is more aligned with the Buddist dictomy decended down within GusuLan? He has not proposed one wicked trick, or taboo practice.]
If he is well, the Two Jades should be more than enough for most anything!
[He can't help but enjoy watching him, as if such simple and mundane things as eating seeds was a grand preformance.]
It should not be dangerous. Failure should not have reprocessing, and success should not harm him. But, it all depends on a preliminary examination. To have proper answers, one must understand the nature of the problem they need to solve.
[ The commitment, then: to reveal all there is for the eye to see and the mind to grasp, to spell out stakes and answers. So be it.
Examination. Study. Consultations to determine the righteous path after. Tame precautions the precepts recommend, but the mind struggles to accept easily. As if exorcism is an unhurried thing, and demons have learned to do their waiting. Let alone spirits, forever and organically restless, homeless and without boundary.
Water, constantly in overspill.
No matter. This, too, can be resolved later. Now is the time of a simpler arrangement, supply ahead of demand. Next he offers his seeds, Lan Wangji borrows the strength for shamelessness: ]
[ Need. Wisely chosen. For once, hard exhale shredding what little integrity his lungs are yet given, Lan Wangji can style his request for the truth of its nature.
He needs. Harry the potter needs. His guqin, deprived the strength of his play, needs. Inquiry simply commands.
Brother leads the clan, but Lan Wangji is still compelled by his tasks. Vanity and arrogance cannot trump duty. He stares at this Wei Wuxian, reshaped in the figure of a man Wangji has never known, and understands what he asks of one, he steals from the other. ]
Lend me your back. [ Another pause. ] To sit against.
[He can't help but smile, it isn't a mocking smile or one of levity. It was a simple caring smile, a tender smile glad to help those he cared about, to be asked to help when it was needed.]
Would you like to sit here, or somewhere more suited to your tastes?
[ With any other but the family, a change of scenery would not dictate the improvement. The sacrifice is the cost here, Wangji's comfort for the trifling gain of energy unneeded on most occasions.
Critical now. He raises himself, obliging at least in the understanding that the supplicant should compromise first. Then, the reconfiguration: Wei Wuxian, clumsily sprawled as he likes himself, to face the world. Lan Wangji, sat steadily behind him, their backs bridging hairs' widths of distance with inevitable points of connection.
The moonlacing, a grudging warmth, trickling between them. At the last moment, he holds his hand out to the side again, a plate for Wei Wuxian to have his pick of the last few lotus seeds. ]
You give too easily.
[ And he takes too readily, well matched in this one respect. Forgive him, Uncle, for all the times and turns he bowed his head willing, or raised his spine strong, to stand with the whims of Wei Wuxian. ]
[He takes one seed but makes sure there is one left. This was sharing after all. And though he wants to fully lean back in a relaxed manner, he considers Lan Wangji's comfort before doing so. Leaning just enough to not be too offensive.]
And is there a reason I should not give to you? Are we not already acquainted rather well?
[ The final seed, and Wei Wuxian so fickle and moderate in his appetites. So be it. Setting it on his tongue, before the crinkle-crack of slow teeth, Wangji lets himself enjoy the green taste of it again, the promise of a spring that seems to neither ever come, or leave them.
He could learn to love this, a compromise between the roasted Yunmeng Jiang lotus seeds of home, and the aggressive novelty of all that surrounds them here. ]
You should have acquainted before marriage.
[ Hit, parry. If Wei Wuxian teases first, then it behoves Lan Wangji to deflect and strike back in kind. Nothing given here is done so freely, for Wangji's own person — only in the name of a man who wears his face in another world. ]
Do not feel obliged.
[ But do not leave, either, for all Mo Xuanyu's back is slighter than Wangji remembers of Wei Wuxian's, and he gives so much less support. ]
[ A gentler correction than countless before it. Friendship is a simpler thing than the turns and turmoils of Lan Wangji's heart. There is sickness inside it, rot of indulgence digging a tomb hole, where affection can dwell, unhindered.
There is a name brother struggles to give this bond Wangji strains himself not to call out. A nature. And though the hour hasn't come yet to speak the word, there are fights he has stepped out to win with better odds in his favour.
He leans back, purposefully trusting more of his weight. ]
I abuse your kindness, when it is convenient.
[ He did today, presenting himself like an orphaned cat with his boon to beg. Came, regardless of it. ]
Forgive me. [ A gentler correction than countless before it. Friendship is a simpler thing than the turns and turmoils of Lan Wangji's heart. There is sickness inside it, rot of indulgence digging a tomb hole, where a
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Multiple minds are better suited than the mere one to riddle the puzzle Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui's — ...suitor puts before Lan Wangji. This is unquestioned. But Lan Xichen and the elder masters can only recite tenets of cultivation Wangji himself has learned, and on this fine occasion, they want a more sophisticated learning.
The dead, to speak for the dead. The Yiling Patriarch, to give their wisdom, when they cannot. ]
Confer with me.
[ Why, look at this convenient and most innocent availability of lotus pods, housed neatly in a makeshift parchment dress beside him. How sudden and most unexpected, and certainly unlike a bribe it is. ]
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Lan Zhan! You can always ask, and though your gift is appreciated, it's unnecessary.
[He will take them like precious gold none the less however.]
What is on your mind? How can I help?
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He toys with the hardened edges, fingers tracing each leathery crevice. Where to begin the particulars of this story? In a teahouse, there might be honeyed treats and candied juices, refreshments to prepare the body for conversation, even as the mind negotiates its pleasantries. ]
A... magician has made a boy a vessel for part of his soul. [ No prelude, no calming Wei Wuxian's spirits, no foresight. ] The boy wishes him dead, and his soul exorcised.
[ But why concern yourself, Lan Wangji? His mouth sours, corners adrift and sinking south. He hesitates: ]
He boy courts my son and your nephew.
[ And so, Lan Wangji's glance climbing up the ladder of Wei Wuxian's mouth and nose and steadying on the line of his vision — so, he must be helped. ]
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For a moment he is confused again, Sizhui and Jin Ling? Wasn't Jin Ling young for that and immature? And wasn't Shizui just arrived? Was he that fast!? It didn't occur to him it was the other way round in the specific individuals and their origins.
Still, no matter the reason, Lan Wangji came to him with an issue and he woukd do his best to help solve it.]
It sounds complicated, and part of a soul is strange....
Have you met the magician boy to see his state yet? Zidian is still around, right? Has it been tried yet?
[It seemed like the first thing to try before moving on.]
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It speaks to each of their comfort — their nature, no matter banishment and clan disavowal, or how often Wei Wuxian speaks he has joined the Gusu Lan as their bride — that they each turn their mind to the inheritance of their sect. ]
I thought of Inquiry. [ Peaceful exchange, then brutality, if there is a need for it. The Lan way of appeasement. ] To test if the foreign fragment has forged itself to the boy's soul, or answers separately.
[ But, unspoken, unbidden, unnecessary — if it does not? ]
Will Zidian not harm, if the two are bound?
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If it's attached a quick force out seems a way to see how attached it is. But trying inquiry is worth it if we can communicate with the fragment. Though, can communication happen if the party in question isn't here?
[He assumed they were not.]
As far as harming the soul, it shouldn't. If there is no right it should push it out, if there is a right it won't do anything. And then from there it may take actual extraction and meticulous unwinding.
[But the subject woukd need to be observed and understanding of how it happened learned.]
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[ But he rescues the foresight to say it slowly, carefully, without open judgement, for all he turns to survey Wei Wuxian with the expectant look of any house master who knows his stray cat has just waddled gracefully by the pigeons.
This need not involve a man whose golden core is still tentatively convalescent, whose immunity is tender, whose reactions come mute and dull. Not past the theory of this exchange. ]
I shall make attempt, once I am of... [ Silence, as shameful as every time Nie Huaisang takes Lan Wangji's measure, only to find fault with every fraction of his missing chroma. Yes, yes, young masters. Humbly, he has learned the lesson of his drained reserves. ] Amenable condition.
[ And then, inevitably — ]
If Zidian is required, Jiang Wanyin will be entreated.
[ Won't that be a delightful occasion. ]
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[He keeps his gaze on Lan Wangji taking measure of him. Once again treated as if he were an invalid while Lan Wangji sits there suffering minimum energy out of foolish stubbornness.
He can't help but frown. It was unfair.
And out of a sense of mischeviousness and a sense of frustration at such a statement, he slides closer.]
And how are you preparing yourself? Why should I not be present to assist?
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[ And there is enough pointed regret in that admission that the tips of Lan Wangji's ears have the decency to flag, ripening quickly. Shift and shimmy, silk squandered through friction. Wei Wuxian glides over, and Lan Wangji greets him, on cue, with a raised hand to hold the cup of a lotus pod.
Here, you spoiled cat. Eat. ]
No need to trouble you.
[ If the boy asked the services of Gusu Lan, it is only fair that he should pay their fee in full — for all it pains both him and Lan Wangji to suffer through the imperative of a shameful few hours' awkward hand holding.
It's not that Lan Wangi despises everything to do with touching young Jin Ling in particular, only the human species at large. ]
Could your flute command the soul to divide itself?
[ If the fragment has bound itself to the boy, in the worst of all scenarios. ]
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[In general? Day to day needs? Such an easily solved problem, let him help!
He does take the lotus pods, but he's not moving back, though he doesn't encroach anymore. For the moment.]
It is no trouble, it troubles me more that you are so stubborn.
[But he can leave it for now, he was not impatient when it mattered.]
If it is resentful there should be a way to influence it. Though, if you wish to wait a few days, other methods can be applied.
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That Lan Wangji will grudgingly, faithfully, curiously walk that path of wonder beside him. ]
What other means?
[ Damn his eyes, but Lan Wangji should not show interest. This is how downfall begins, one footstep leading into the next, then the incautious slide. This is how Wei Ying seduced himself to the wrongfulness that spelled death after mischief. ]
Wei Ying. Speak freely.
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Spiritual!
[The sorts of things he couldn't do without a golden core. Talismans here and there had been doable, but intense work and using spiritual weapons beyond a limited point was impossible. However, with his core, such things would be a given, and in a few days his labor would be done.]
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But now he has learned Wei Wuxian's trickery too well to fall for the first glimpse of its teeth. He means to irritate, to provoke, to tease. He wants to be questioned, and so Lan Wangji —
Lan Wangji bides his time, painstakingly peeling each and every last lotus seed from the second pod cup left to him, as if it is a most precious gift, and the uneasy pass of his fingers across it might scratch its golden enamel. Finally, a herd of seeds litters his palm. He offers it to Wei Ying, graciously. ]
What would you do in my stead?
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You should eat some too.
[Because they have to be shared, no matter what they need to be experienced with others, that was their purpose. With his family, with his shidi or even his friends, they must be shared.]
In the matter of how to proceed? Observe the boy, see his state, try inquirey, then zidian. Evocation isn't an option with a fragmented soul, so something else is needed. Maybe distance? If it's latched on, perhaps we can trick it into thinking a substitute is the real person.
[Of course he meant to move the fragment to a paper man, and once it was moved destroy it properly.]
But, no matter how good you are, you can't do that alone. And Jin Ling doesn't have the skill to help.
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He picks it up between two fingers, carefully raising it to shift it left-right and let the light dance down and catch on its fattened, twirling figure. It is no gentlemanly feat to chew seeds like the peasants do, but there is a limit to how much he can deny Wei Wuxian in the scope of the same lone conversation.
With a hum, he bites down, chews, lets the strange tang diffuse itself in his mouth. A different breed to the lotus at home. Bitterer, more raw than he'd perhaps intended — not displeasing, exactly. Only changed. ]
Zewu-Jun can accompany me.
[ Of all the objections Wei Wuxian might set against Lan Xichen, the master of Cloud Recesses is not unskilled.
And it might still not prove enough. ]
Might the boy die for such an exorcism?
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If he is well, the Two Jades should be more than enough for most anything!
[He can't help but enjoy watching him, as if such simple and mundane things as eating seeds was a grand preformance.]
It should not be dangerous. Failure should not have reprocessing, and success should not harm him. But, it all depends on a preliminary examination. To have proper answers, one must understand the nature of the problem they need to solve.
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[ The commitment, then: to reveal all there is for the eye to see and the mind to grasp, to spell out stakes and answers. So be it.
Examination. Study. Consultations to determine the righteous path after. Tame precautions the precepts recommend, but the mind struggles to accept easily. As if exorcism is an unhurried thing, and demons have learned to do their waiting. Let alone spirits, forever and organically restless, homeless and without boundary.
Water, constantly in overspill.
No matter. This, too, can be resolved later. Now is the time of a simpler arrangement, supply ahead of demand. Next he offers his seeds, Lan Wangji borrows the strength for shamelessness: ]
May I steal from you?
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[And he would give if asked, why would he deny? He gladly plucks a seed from Lan Wangji's plan and chews on it.]
What did you need?
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He needs. Harry the potter needs. His guqin, deprived the strength of his play, needs. Inquiry simply commands.
Brother leads the clan, but Lan Wangji is still compelled by his tasks. Vanity and arrogance cannot trump duty. He stares at this Wei Wuxian, reshaped in the figure of a man Wangji has never known, and understands what he asks of one, he steals from the other. ]
Lend me your back. [ Another pause. ] To sit against.
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[He can't help but smile, it isn't a mocking smile or one of levity. It was a simple caring smile, a tender smile glad to help those he cared about, to be asked to help when it was needed.]
Would you like to sit here, or somewhere more suited to your tastes?
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[ With any other but the family, a change of scenery would not dictate the improvement. The sacrifice is the cost here, Wangji's comfort for the trifling gain of energy unneeded on most occasions.
Critical now. He raises himself, obliging at least in the understanding that the supplicant should compromise first. Then, the reconfiguration: Wei Wuxian, clumsily sprawled as he likes himself, to face the world. Lan Wangji, sat steadily behind him, their backs bridging hairs' widths of distance with inevitable points of connection.
The moonlacing, a grudging warmth, trickling between them. At the last moment, he holds his hand out to the side again, a plate for Wei Wuxian to have his pick of the last few lotus seeds. ]
You give too easily.
[ And he takes too readily, well matched in this one respect. Forgive him, Uncle, for all the times and turns he bowed his head willing, or raised his spine strong, to stand with the whims of Wei Wuxian. ]
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[He takes one seed but makes sure there is one left. This was sharing after all. And though he wants to fully lean back in a relaxed manner, he considers Lan Wangji's comfort before doing so. Leaning just enough to not be too offensive.]
And is there a reason I should not give to you? Are we not already acquainted rather well?
[How could he not give easily to this?]
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He could learn to love this, a compromise between the roasted Yunmeng Jiang lotus seeds of home, and the aggressive novelty of all that surrounds them here. ]
You should have acquainted before marriage.
[ Hit, parry. If Wei Wuxian teases first, then it behoves Lan Wangji to deflect and strike back in kind. Nothing given here is done so freely, for Wangji's own person — only in the name of a man who wears his face in another world. ]
Do not feel obliged.
[ But do not leave, either, for all Mo Xuanyu's back is slighter than Wangji remembers of Wei Wuxian's, and he gives so much less support. ]
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[Beyond acquainted, beyond friend. The one who completes.]
But are we talking of that? It's unfair to deflect Lan Zhan, it's unhealthy to be so dishonest.
[Or at least in what he has decided is Lan Wangji's way of being close to dishonest. Avoidance.]
We already have a rapport, and to help one another is a given, it should be expected, we are friends.
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[ A gentler correction than countless before it. Friendship is a simpler thing than the turns and turmoils of Lan Wangji's heart. There is sickness inside it, rot of indulgence digging a tomb hole, where affection can dwell, unhindered.
There is a name brother struggles to give this bond Wangji strains himself not to call out. A nature. And though the hour hasn't come yet to speak the word, there are fights he has stepped out to win with better odds in his favour.
He leans back, purposefully trusting more of his weight. ]
I abuse your kindness, when it is convenient.
[ He did today, presenting himself like an orphaned cat with his boon to beg. Came, regardless of it. ]
Forgive me.
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