wuding | Date in Lotus Pier

( He wonders, at times, if he is too easily soothed, if he has allowed Wei Ying to tame him as if he were a spooked rabbit. Surely, he should be showing more of his strength, his composure. It should not be that Wei Ying must go above and beyond to ease him down from his questions and tumults at every turn.

But he is grateful, far too grateful when Wei Ying's mouth lands on his palm, when it slips to his wrist, where Lan Wangji's pulse yet beats a hard drum. He tangles his own touch in Wei Ying's hair, fingers curling, drawing his husband forward so that Lan Wangji might ease his mouth on his forehead once. Again.

Then, he releases him. )

Perhaps I shall take brother to the seaside. ( It has been too long since Zewu-Jun has been teased free from his seclusion. Now is Lan Wangji's chance, when there are fewer members of his family to overwhelm him. ) He cannot be allowed to continue so.

[His eyes fall closed when he’s brought in close and he smiles. This sort of soft affection makes his chest feel warm and full with their shared love. He lets go of Lan Zhan’s hand and wraps his arms around Lan Zhan’s waist, hanging onto him even as he pulls back. He looks up at Lan Zhan’s face and his grin widens.]

It’s been a while, huh? He could probably use your company.

[And not Wei Wuxian’s. He isn’t offended by it or anything. He just knows that his own presence is sometimes too disruptive when it comes to his brother-in-law’s healing. It makes him feel good knowing Lan Zhan will be spending some time with Zewu-Jun. The elder jade, regrettably, doesn’t enter his thoughts as often as he should, but he wishes him well.

His smile settles back into something more appropriate to their conversation, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he rests his head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder and breathes him in. ]

I won’t bother you too much while you’re with him.

( His company, perhaps. More likely, Zewu-Jun will simple enjoy the ability to choose be silent or engage in companionship without the forcible weight of another's presence. They understand each other on a level that defies language, that requires no stimulation. Lan Xichen may speak to him, or he may pull away — and Lan Wangji will simply hover beside him.

It will be fine, he thinks, to return the kindness his brother showed him in his childhood. The ability to simply reassure another with his physical company alone. He nods, and a smile nearly warms his mouth, and he is free of the burden to heal Zewu-Jun, so long as he may simply alleviate some of his hardships.

A lost gesture, affection radiating toward Wei Ying instead, as he kisses the top of his husband's head. )

Liar. Wei Ying will send me wicked notes of wanting. ( They excel at yearning. )

[Well, Lan Zhan isn’t wrong about him sending notes that will probably be flirty at best, but most likely explicit in nature. He loves getting under his husband’s skin and sometimes that means making him want him fiercely even when occupied. Just imagining Lan Zhan’s ears going bright red and his pants feeling too tight is enough to fill him with glee.

He nuzzles his nose against Lan Zhan’s throat, just letting himself relax against his husband’s warmth. Or maybe it’s full on heat. It’s pretty warm out and he’s not sure if it’s water that hasn’t dried or sweat covering their skin.]

I’ll try to behave myself, but sometimes all I can think about is Lan Zhan. I’ll be with the kids and you’ll be with your brother. The only thing less sexy would be if one of us were with my brother instead.

[He peels himself off of Lan Zhan’s chest and looks up at him again.]

It’s not my fault you’re irresistible. That’s on you, Lan Zhan.

( Irresistible, says Wei Ying, and he can't know, can he? He can't know that he looks like a living mannequin, a creature of sullen want, all plump lips and bright eyes and the glow of his sweat-kissed skin sparking his radiance. Lan Wangji should not think so, not now that his desire has already been once sated, and the man before him is likely worn by both Hanguang-Jun's ministrations and the heat that surrounds them.

For all that, shamelessly, he can't help himself. Draws a hand out, sinks it on Wei Ying's shoulder, brings it up to cup his chin — and directs him toward Lan Wangji, where their mouths may meet, and their tongues do heated battle.

He breaks only belatedly, carelessly, when Wei Ying is sure to already curse out his name for teasing. )

We should swim back.

[His eyes drop down to Lan Zhan’s lips moments before their lips meet. He tilts his head up, sighing through his nose while they start to kiss. His arms loosen from around Lan Zhan’s waist and he drags his fingers up his husband’s sides and then to his chest.

He looks up blearily when Lan Zhan pulls back, eyebrows knitting together. As he pouts.]

Lan Zhan! So mean, teasing me right after I told you how irresistible you are. Do you think I’ll be able to hold myself back just because you want to go back to town?

[Well, he can hold back if he needs to. The heat is starting to get to him, which means Lan Zhan must be feeling miserable by now. He doesn’t want to push his husband too far, even with his strong golden core.

He slumps back and sighs in an intentionally exaggerated way.]

( ...ah, he's already soured the pretty look on his bride's face. No, no, this will not do. As Wei Ying grudgingly injects distance between them, Lan Wangji draws his palms over his husband's cheeks, pressing them in, then nudging a smile with his thumbs before releasing.

What a pathetic sight he's forcing Wei Ying to cut. No. )

Hush, hush. Do not court sorrow on your wedding day. ( An ill omen for their matrimony, already numerous years in its long-awaited making. ) Shall buy you sweets to earn your smile again.

( They both know that will require heading into the market, which in turn means, alas. Alas. Lan Wangji, already peeling away to recover the layers of his robes required for public decency, must escort his husband back into the world. )

[He's expecting to get his way in this, but Lan Zhan surprises him with his restraint. He reaches up and puts his hands on his husband’s wrists, holding his hands there against his face for a few more moments. In the end, if he had to choose between marrying Lan Zhan again and sleeping with him, he doesn’t regret his decision at all.]

You’re the one who likes sweets.

[Not that Wei Wuxian dislikes sweets. He just prefers his treats to be savory and spiced, if appropriate.]

I wanted to show you the fireflies. You’ll have to come back here with me some evening so you can see them.

[It may not come to pass for a long time, but it’s good to look forward to something.

If he knew he wouldn’t be successful in seducing his husband for another round, he would have put on some of his old wedding robes, instead. He eventually stands up and goes to fetch some of the clothes he’d thrown off. He could put on something dry, but it seems like a waste since they’ll have to swim back to the boat.]

I wonder how the kids are doing without us. Do you think they’ve driven Jiang Cheng mad in our absence?

( Ah, called out for his true weaknesses. His cheeks have pinkened, his breath catchesl. He is, in fact, the one who likes sweets. And so he imposes them on Wei Ying, who requires extensive feeding but will ever spare him a few parting mouthfuls. A dastardly man, is Hanguang-Jun. Truly, a beast.

Wei Ying dons his robes, and Lan Wangji assumes his place beside him, careful to allow his husband lead for all he suspects he would now manage the swim out of their enclave. A fine thing that they've positioned their small boat easily, rapidly found.

Before they might plunge, he lets his gaze pass fondly over Wei Ying's form, taking in his curves, the edges of his silhouette. A beautiful man of endless allure. A stunning proposition. )

Did Jiang Cheng not raise your nephew? ( Careful, in their negotiated peace, not to speak Jin Ling's name. ) Surely, he will persevere.

[When Lan Zhan comes close to him, he catches one of his sleeves and pinches it between his fingers to make sure Lan Zhan doesn’t step away from him until they’re ready to depart.]

Just because he’s used to being driven mad doesn’t mean he’s immune to it now. I wonder if he cried a lot when he was little.

[He’s thinking of Jin Ling, since he knows how much Jiang Cheng cried as a kid. Without parents, it makes him think that he probably cried more than Lan Yuan had. Lan Liang, however, doesn’t tend to cry as much. Liang whines and swats at people, but he only really cries when he’s feeling frustrated by Wei Wuxian’s occasional incompetence when it comes to understanding his babbling.]

He loves Lan Liang, you know. He might not be blood, but that never stopped Jiang Cheng before.

[At least not without the flawless manipulation of Jin Guangyao.

He keeps holding Lan Zhan’s sleeve as he takes a last look around. He probably won’t come back to it again during this trip, so he wants to burn it into his memory.

When he’s finished, he turns to look at Lan Zhan again and offers a wide smile.]

Let’s go back. I want to see the kids.

( If he were a better man, and these were less... wet-prone conditions, he might offer to lift his husband in both arms and sink the depths beside him, daring the swim together. But these waters run deceptive, and Lan Wangji can never afford to risk Wei Ying's circumstances: better he waits. Better, still, that he follows obediently, takign the cue of his husband's pincing fingers on his silks, and finally — devotedly — diving only as he does.

>>See the kids. Yes, his chest burns with that quiet want, the rearing head of his selfishness decrying that they spent hours in blissful solitude, enjoying each other and their marriage without concern for their children. Now, at least, they are set to make their amends, swimming until they've reached their boat again and can rise to seize it.

He's slinging a leg over and in, dipping inside. Catching his oar where it has been parked in prone waiting, before patiently calling out for Wei Ying to join him. )

The children will grey before you've come.

[He lets Lan Zhan take the lead back to the boat while he gets distracted by something he sees glinting on the rocks below. And he manages to fetch it and still catch up with his husband around the same time he reaches the boat. He surfaces with a wide grin and holds up the object he’d found.]

Lan Zhan! Look what I found.

[It’s a jade bracelet. Some unlucky girl must have dropped it in the water. Maybe his special place is being used by someone else these days. It’s a bittersweet feeling.

He hands over the bracelet to free his hands so he can pull himself up from the water and into the boat. Vaguely, he thinks about giving the bracelet to Jiang Cheng since he might have heard of someone losing it. It’s not like he needs the jewelry or the money. He has access to the Lan coffers now, though he still prefers to get money from Lan Zhan’s purse than to fill his own.]

Let’s get back before Lan Liang speaks his first words to Jiang Cheng instead of us.

( A gift: he takes it in both hands, as if he might be accepting one of their children in his grasp, as if he is blessed by it. Wei Ying climbs up the boat like a spirit, and they're both briefly arrested in their positions.

In Lan Wangji's hand, the beads capture the light, and he turns them between thumb and forefinger, rolled one and each. He pulls himself back after, setting the bracelet on the bench beside him as a priceless gift left to glisten, to catch the eye.

He waits until Wei Ying has properly sat down or balanced before rising to take the oar again and starting them down a gentle drift. )

Will you give your find to Lan Liang to bribe him? ( Wei Ying, after all, has been pining for the day when their youngest son entrusts them with his first few words. )

[He sits down and cups his hands behind his head to recline part way and watch his husband take up the oar. Unlike before, he doesn’t offer to take it up. He’s feeling spent after their date and he knows Lan Zhan’s core will make it easy work. Meditative work if he doesn’t talk his ear off the whole time.]

Think it’ll please him?

[He reaches for the bracelet so he can inspect it, rolling each of the beads between his fingers. The craftsmanship is impressive and he’s already thinking of ways to alter it so that it could be more than just a trinket. Something like what he’d made for Jin Ling’s hundred day celebration.

The ghost of grief for a life he could have lived flashes across his features, but he hides it behind a smile shortly after.]

It’s a good bracelet, but I can make it a great one before I give it to him. His first word will definitely be mama after this.

[He slips the bracelet into his qiankun purse and takes out a few wind blowing talismans he’d prepped and offers one to Lan Zhan. They could both use some help drying their clothes before they get back to the pier.]

Baba. ( He corrects faintly, but doesn't press the point, in soft awe of the gentle — briefly shattered — smile that crosses his husband's lips. He wishes that Wei Ying may have his dearest want and that Lan Liang should treat him to the resplendent favor of his first word rewarding his mother's efforts.

Perhaps he will. They can never speak ill of children's innate knowing of what those around them truly desire.

As he takes the oar and starts striking at water, sun washing down on just the edge of discomfort, he clicks his tongue and affixes a sharp glance on Wei Ying's nape. The pretty curve of his collarbone. His back, begging the press. )

What will you add? ( A pause, then: ) Wards against beasts?

You’ll have to get your own bracelet to bribe him with if you want him to say baba first.

[He’s still smiling as he says it, though one could argue they use baba and mama interchangeably for him, so ‘baba’ would technically be acceptable too. Maybe preferable so they could argue playfully which baba their son addresses first.]

Wards against low level ghosts, too. There’s a limit of how much space I have to work with, otherwise I could increase the efficacy and range. It’ll keep him safe from most things he could come in contact with in town and we’ll be with him during travel to take care of anything stronger.

I’m parched. [Again. Wasn’t he just complaining of his thirst not long before? When they get back to town, they’ll have to stop somewhere for tea before they go find their children.

Thinking of their children, maybe he should send a quick note to Lan Sizhui to warn them they’re coming back in case he’s spending his time babysitting with the young clan leader. Maybe he’ll do it if he can get away with it without being noticed, otherwise he will simply cheer the boys up after Lan Zhan radiates his disappointment in their direction.]

( Of course Wei Ying would fleetingly mention a possibility, only to then emerge as having already devised an entire network of spells surrounding it. He wants this bracelet to perhaps vindicate the gift he once gave a different child; Lan Wangji has heard enough. He remembers that failure.

And so too must Wei Ying, whose hands ever sting. It will not be Lan Wangji who attempts to dictate the pace of his recovery from old wounds that bled him dead, sooner than healed. Instead, he nods along with Wei Ying's suggestion, accepting his terms, willing to make use of himself toward that purpose. Whatever his husband needs, let alone asks.

He makes quick work of their travel, now that his lover has expressed a want — no maudlin pace, no gentle saunter. Only a careful drift and their arrival ashore, where he surrenders the boat in fair condition to its rightful owner, their lender. Then, one hand held out, he offers to be led, sooner than lead, to the nearest tea house. )

It is your wedding day. You may be profligate. ( As if Wei Ying is denied anything, even outside of his marriage day. )

[Their meandering pace is left behind now that Lan Zhan has a mission. He hadn’t meant it as a push to move faster, but he doesn’t try to stop him from doing so once he’s started. Without an oar of his own, he is limited in what he can do, so he takes the time to appreciate his husband. The way he looks so majestic even as he sweats in the sun with damp robes clinging in some places and flowing in others.

He takes Lan Zhan’s hand and lets himself be pulled up to his feet and then out of the boat. He doesn’t need the help, but he likes it when Lan Zhan takes care of him.]

I’ll get some wine later. Tea sounds good right now. Want to send a butterfly to Sizhui to let him know where we’ll be? He can meet us as the tea shop with Liang. I’ll let Jiang Cheng know, too. Maybe we can all have a meal together later.

[It’s a selfish request to be surrounded by his family, but Lan Zhan’s the one that said he can be selfish today. He just hopes it isn’t too much to ask of his husband.]

( A butterfly — readily done, before Wei Ying has even completed the full extent of his ask. Restless and miscreant, the butterfly's born in a burst of excess qi, a by-product of Lan Wangji neglecting any of the work that so often balances and depletes him. It is tasked carefully, without concern.

...at least, until Wei Ying speaks the better part of his request, and Lan Wangji struggles with the instinct to shudder, to flinch away. A meal, with family: Jiang Cheng, Jin Ling. No less, on their wedding day. A cruel inquiry, but strategically timed and elegantly delivered.

Far from Lan Wangji to deny his bride, is that not his mantra? It is convenient, at least, to pretend the lion's share of his attention has been briefly captured by plotting their path toward a bustling tea house of exvessive prices boasted thrpugh the quality of cloth worn by milling patrons. A table is no easy find — but talk has long spread in Lotus Pier of the acting sect leafer Lan's arrival, and though they cannot attest he is Hanguang-Jun with surety, they do not take their chance.

They are ferried in to a quiet corner, distant from the worst of the footfall but still granted their view of other diners. For his part, Lan Wangji only requests jasmine tea. Wei Ying, as ever, may have his share of whatever fare.

Just in time, the butterfly returns, delivering Sizhui's message upon landing on Lan Wangji's fingertips. )

Your son apologises. Sect leader Jiang has abducted him and his brother to teach them... to fish.

[He doesn’t miss Lan Zhan’s impulse to cringe away at the mention of eating a meal with Jiang Cheng and, worse somehow, Jin Ling. Pretending not to notice, he follows after his husband through the crowd and the tea shop’s patrons to be rewarded with a semi-private table in the corner of the shop where he orders the same tea as Lan Zhan.

He perks up at the mention of Sizhui and grins widely at the news. If Jiang Cheng has taken Sizhui and Liang under his wing, it feels like a testimony of his willingness to accept them as family. Coming from Jiang Cheng, there is no greater praise.]

Liang will catch the biggest fish!

[Mostly because he knows Jiang Cheng, who is an accomplished fisher when he wants to be, will be the one doing the work for him. He takes the time to send a quick message to Jiang Cheng asking him to catch them some dinner for tonight, then he props his elbows on the table and puts his chin in his hands. ]

We could go back to our room while we wait for them to be done fishing. Unless you want to go to shopping some more? As long as it’s with you, I’m happy doing anything.

( Leaning over the table, demeanor light, Wei Ying seems... younger somehow even more so than Mo Xuanyu's barely there years. Untarnished by the wear and strain of time and war and a joyless life in the Yiling mounds. Content in a way Cloud Recesses never prevails to spark in him.

What ugliness it was of Lotus Puer to banish its most loving son. What injustice.

And Lan Wangji fights the instinct to sigh, compels himself to lean back and behold his husband and pretend not to consider the possibility of Jin Ling joining his sons for... fishing. Between sips of his tea, he murmurs: )

Shall we buy a pond?

( Every stretch of water here is owned, and a lake whole is unlikely to be released from local clutches. But a smaller eye of water...? )

A pond here in Lotus Pier?

[Will he go from owning nothing to owning his own house outside of Cloud Recesses and a pond in Lotus Pier? Would Jiang Cheng allow them to purchase land here? Before today, he might have doubted it more, but he thinks that it will work out well.

Grinning, he mirrors his husband and takes a sip of his own tea. After drinking so much wine earlier while sweating profusely, he’s still feeling thirsty. Maybe they can find a watermelon to share with the rest of the family for some sugar and fluids to revitalize them.]

We’ll need to hire someone to keep it in good shape when we’re back home.

[He moves his chin to one hand and reaches across the table with the other. He places his hand on Lan Zhan’s, rubbing at his knuckles with his thumb. It’s true that he’s in a good mood today and a lot of that is because he feels so accepted and wanted by the people he loves and cares about, but being back in Lotus Pier also feels good. He knows he won’t live here again, but being welcomed means the world to him.]

Let’s talk to Jiang Cheng about it. It’ll give the disciples somewhere to do mischief with an land owner who supports them. It’s important to nurture curiousity.

( It is important, Wei Ying does not say but intends to, to nurture the ability of pretty young things to scuttle and hide their mischief, as I once did. Ah, but it won't be Lan Wangji who betrays his husband with the truth in this.

More tea. More, and he waves the careful attendant closer to request the addition of a few sticky sweet treats for the sake who prefers savory — more choice ignorance of an obvious truth.

They're both in a good mood today, after all. )

Jiang Cheng will not refuse the acting sect leader of Gusu Lan such the gift of such tolerance. ( If anything, he might feel grudgingly compelled to cover it with his own coin. )

[Somehow, he doesn’t think Jiang Cheng would agree as easily as Lan Zhan thinks if it’s something he doesn’t want to do despite the political implications. Or maybe Wei Wuxian is simply biased by memories over a decade old. Still, he’s feeling optimistic about it after hearing Jiang Cheng chose to invite Sizhui and Liang out.

Though, it’s possible that he’s only including Sizhui as Jin Ling’s betrothed.]

He’ll agree.

[He squeezes Lan Zhan’s hand before sitting back and socializing briefly with the attendant as they’re supplied with snacks. As soon as they’re left alone again, he reaches for a pair of chopsticks with every intention of feeding some to Lan Zhan.]

Besides, wouldn’t it go against our clan’s precepts to encourage children to make noise and misbehave? It’ll be better if we ask him through me and not through you.

( He'll agree.

This much, Lan Wangji suspects is certain. For all his countless objections and easy rancor, even sector leader Jiang is an unwilling subject to the etiquette of governance. But Wei Ying's gentle hesitation gives him enough pause that he considers extending the sweetener of an exceedingly generous premium.

Their sweets once delivered, the attendant gone, he dips in instinctively to open his mouth and await the gift of a plump pastry. Very nice, very nice indeed. To think Hanguang-Jun is the wretchedly spoiled creature between them. )

You are certain you wish to face negotiations?

( The brothers have ever failed to see shared goals and reason when they've taken up against each other. )

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