wuding | (no subject)

It’ll be worth waiting a few moments longer.

I shall anticipate.

Thanks, Lan Zhan. I’ve already found half of what I’m looking for. Are you in our rooms or should I find you in the classrooms?

By the northernmost lotus pond.

You’ll wait for me there? I won’t make you wait for long.

I won’t mind you laying your head on my lap near the lotus pond. We can rest there as long as you want to.

We harm no one.

Unless they deserve it.

It’s a nice day, so let’s bask around for a while before we go back.

My love, gladly.

If you turn around now and look towards the market, you’ll let me have a glance of my love’s face. I still need to drop off Liang, so I’ll come closer when I’m done.

( Of course he turns around, looking but never quite spotting his beloved, butterfly lingering on his fingertips before it's finally deployed. )

You are there?

[He’s among the crowd, blending in with the people of Lotus Pier. He smiles, watching Lan Zhan’s graceful form in the distance. He can’t really make out his face very well from this distance, but Lan Zhan has a very distinctive form.

To make himself easier to see, he tries to find an open area where he can stand and wave his arm in the air.]

Do you see me now, Lan Zhan? I can see you.

( ...there he is, his love, his heart. The only reason that still somehow justifies Lan Wangji's existence. His smile is a tender thing, half-penciled, hesitant to bloom when he knows Wei Ying must still delay to drop off their beautiful child.

A wave, only just. There. Then, another butterfly: )

Go quick. Come back quicker.

[His grin brightens at the last message, punctuated by a few syllables of laughter. He adjusts the toddler tucked against his chest by one arm and waves again. If only he could be in two places at once, where he could go to his lover’s side immediately while simultaneously dropping off their son.

One more butterfly before getting to his task.]

I’ll run the whole way back after Liang is safe with the wet nurse!

( Every time Wei Ying flees him, every time he turns around, every time he leaves Lan Wangji, for all he knows his husband will return to him — something in him aches and breaks and tatters. His mouth stiffens. He waves away, discreetly. )

Go with the wind.

You’re beautiful, you know that? Even from afar, you’re more breathtaking every time I see you.

I feel so lucky to be the one who makes you happy.

Then, show me.

I will, but if it goes too far, we’ll have to go back to our rooms.

I had thought your body worn.

I’ve had a little time to recover.

I’ll be on my best behavior so we can stay outside as long as you want.

I am grateful for your sacrifice.

Let’s see if Lan Zhan can behave well, too. I’m only a man, after all.

What counts as ill behaviour?

The normal stuff like wandering hands or kissing anywhere other than my hands and lips.

I can abstain.

I can, too.

Even though every time we’re together, I can’t help but fall in love all over again.