[Knowing that once he's seen and smelled food, Yuan will be focused on just that unless he's playing at the moment, Wei Wuxian assists him through the washing process. He spares a kiss on Lan Zhan's cheek for the cute comment about Wei Wuxian'smother hen tendencies, and whisks their child off towards the tub and the water.
Minutes later, Yuan is clean, skin a little flushed from the scrubbing, and dressed in clean greys, charging through the house to finally partake in the meal. Wei Wuxian follows behind him, hair damp in places and his overcoat left behind.
He sits heavily at the little table with an oof.]
My motherly duty is done! Now he's your son, Lan Zhan.
( His son. The lone he may hope for, if he has wedded. Unlike Wei Ying, he cannot cast a side a spouse, once humor and enthusiasm have both worn down. He will remain at the mercy of this single arrangement.
One offspring, still: he will make the most of it. There is no beginning, no end to Lan Wangji's affection. He may wash them all over this single child, who watches him unwaveringly, who tugs his sleeve and draws him, too, toward the low table. At least here, slipping down, he can try to curry favor with a-Yuan, starting to gently reveal each dish and pour down spoonfuls of it in his bowl.
He may test out each flavor. )
Sit with us. ( This to Wei Ying, unfailingly. ) He will not feed, if you do not.
Aiya, all right. Have mercy, wrangling a naughty radish patch child is tiring.
[Despite his grousing, he sits readily on a side adjacent to Lan Zhan, mirroring their placement on the day they married.
Ah... family dinner. At the very least, he has had this in the Burial Grounds when they had the resources to spare. They're just missing Uncle Four's wine-- but Lan Zhan is right next to him, Lans are forbidden alcohol.
Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. This is the first family dinner he has with the man, his husband no less.
The thought still makes him giddy.
As Lan Zhan busies himself with Yuan's bowl, Wei Wuxian piles food into Lan Zhan's, rice then vegetables, taking care to skirt around the meat, and tries to arrange them in a manner pleasing to the eye.]
( Family dinner, certainly. At least, between the additional servings and his own scant appetite, Lan Wangji can afford to be generous, pouring further morsels before a-Yuan for his tender consideration.
Now and then, he offers out a few pieces to Wei Ying, also, interested in keeping both of his charges sated. Truly, they deserve no less, and neither has had the opportunity to enjoy much care or consideration
In the end, they have fed each other, and their — son has benefitted from the largesse of both caretakers. As he should. Lan Wangji cannot begin to eat and still converse, therefore delaying his meal. )
Yes, husband. [Though Wei Wuxian can't yet, not until he sees Yuan begin to eat for himself. His hold on the chopsticks is clumsy, but his hands are still small, he'll grow into the proper form with time. Only when Yuan has managed to feed himself successfully three times does Wei Wuxian pick up his own chopsticks and accept what Lan Wangji is offering him.
Rice first, even if his stomach is demanding the stew. He knows what would happen if he took too much at once. Yuan got all of his food during the trip, so he will be fine.]
( His turn, certainly. Only, Wei Ying gently forgets the law of the land, however primitive and antiquated he might consider it. And so, tenderly, barely presuming to bring it to attention, tapping the table with his chopsticks — )
We do not speak whilst eating. ( If he begins now, while Wei Ying still plans to inevitably interrogate him, he will be unable to set down his chopsticks until he has finalised his meal. Better than they should take turns, and for Lan Wangji to attend his needs once Wei Ying takes his bath. )
Our habit, not Wei Ying's. ( He may continue, after all, as is. )
[Wei Wuxian makes faces at Lan Zhan when he mentions the rule about not eating, and then at Yuan, who giggles with chopsticks in his mouth, but also doesn't speak. At the very least, Wei Wuxian is not breaking the rule, simply brushing against it like a cat wondering if it should scratch this post today or spare it the claws.
Perhaps he would have used his claws if the rule was enforced on him. Perhaps not.
(He wouldn't have, not with Yuan here needing good role models.)
But after the meal? His mouth starts running again.]
Aiya, Lan Zhan! [He drops onto his back again, which gives their son the opportunity to climb on top of him once more.] I never thought I would be adhering to that rule again, and in the Cloud Recesses too! Who would have thought I'd ever come back here after leaving?
["Leaving", like he hadn't been expelled for fighting like the unruly student that he is.]
I did. ( ...he speaks too rapidly, too forthrightly. They should both know Wei Ying can't help his speculation, his small fictions, his dreams. Lan Wangji should not rise to the occasion of entertaining his questions.
He'll hurt first. He'll hurt worse. He'll never be permitted to forget the day when he showed Wei Ying his underbelly.
And yet, freshly fed and warmed by the blissful sight of Wei Ying accosted by a small child who wants to give him nothing but kindness, not even Lan Wangji could help himself. )
Wei Ying would always be invited as my guest. ( In the end, surely even Hanguang-Jun deserves some manner of privilege for winning a war. )
[Yuan is pawing at his face and shoulders in that way he does when he wants to find a comfortable position to lie down in, and Wei Wuxian might as well get him to be comfortable enough to sleep early, even if it isn't even hai hour. But he is barely three, and still a baby who needs sleep.
He sits up, tucking Yuan against his chest, little face under his chin as he wipes the last debris of Yuan's meal from his cheeks. It's good for him to be here, even if they're surrounded by a bunch of no-fun fuddy-duddies. Maybe he can wrangle someone into keeping Yuan, maybe Lan Zhan. They've been joking about how the man is Yuan's other father already, but perhaps he should be in truth.]
Ah, Lan Zhan. [His sweet Lan Zhan, too idealistic.
Kind of Lan Zhan to say that Wei Wuxian is allowed in as a guest any time, but he doesn't think the same. He thinks that the tolerance of the Lans only stretch so far, and the next time he comes, he won't be greeted by his husband, but by swords and potential death.]
You want me to keep coming back, do you? Planning our next meeting before we even properly begin this one?
( And duties and privileges. It is known, for all the clan would thoroughly dispute the legitimacy of the choice of a man, who cannot deliver an heir, and of Wei Wuxian, who cannot abide by the principles of the righteous path.
All the same, Lan Wangji is not their only hope for descendants. Zewu-Jun remains active, attentive, strong. Even if Hanguang-Jun has erred with his interests, as far as the collective Lan eye can see, his brother remains pristine and holy.
Let Lan Xichen bear the brunt of their expectations. Selfishly, Lan Wangji can nearly join that thought.
Instead, his gaze droops, his hands knot behind his back, and he looks about with clear intent — anywhere but before himself. )
Wei Wuxian blinks once, twice to get the tears out of his eyes so he doesn't cry in front of Lan Zhan. Look at him! He's gotten so pathetic in the past months, worn down from poverty and desperation (and the resentment he plays with so much. but he will never admit that). Just... the care in which Lan Zhan is giving him, the insistence that he must have the same privileges as his own husband despite being a wanted criminal...
He shouldn't stick around, because even if his social standing is much stronger now, Lan Zhan's is sure to fall anyway. The lesser spouse gets elevated thanks to the marriage, but he doubts the same will be true of theirs when the Yiling Patriarch is involved. Not with the jianghu out for his blood.
But he can't leave. Lan Zhan is here, and he is everything.
Wei Wuxian stands, and offers him Yuan, a symbol of the response he can't give out loud, and all the things he can't say-- yet.]
( Too good to him, when the world is too cruel. Perhaps he offsets some of that malice, and there is balance to be struck, a final equilibrium.
The child is proffered onto him, a beautiful gift he cannot refuse, arms ready. He takes him, slow and far too careful, but learning as Wei Ying entrusts him. In the end, no man is born knowing how to handle children, and many father them. He, too, can decipher this.
On his chest, Yuan is a friendly weight, finding his own peace, cooing criticism that Lan Wangji's silks are too slippery and soft, while his small fists fail to gain purchase. Yes, yes. The world is unkind to young Yuan, personally. )
[Reward, he says, when Wei Wuxian is a man with nothing and is able to give nothing because he's wrung dry, and whatever remains is fed to Yuan in the hopes that he would grow up better than him and the other Wens, in a better place.
And here Lan Zhan is, only asking for him to just enjoy time in this small space he's dug out for them, away from the politics and the death, the swords that want him and his dependents dead. This is all he wants. Even for everything else he'd demanded from Wei Wuxian previously, he can't help but take his husband at face value right now.
Oh, Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian cups his cheek, strokes it with a thumb. He loves this man as a friend, a soulmate and his perfect match, but Wei Wuxian knows he could come to see him the way a wife sees a husband, if given time in this relationship.
He wants to say all of it, but perhaps that would come out too sappy, and he refrains.]
I'll start now. Mind our son while I bathe? [The water has lessened and surely cooled down by now, but he'll accept even something freezing cold as long as it's clean.]
( Mind... the child, who has seldom glimpsed him, who knows little of Lan Wangji past his touch, his warmth, his scent. Young Yuan has scant reason to trust him, less to melt in his arms — yet he does, with that strange proclivity of children, the ease for and fascination with trust.
They fit together, Lan Wangji half holding, half cradling him. Sharing his warmth, taking in his scent. Strange, how time gallops as he walks the child, as moments blink and trail together.
How he waits, gently, until Lan Yuan's breathing calms, and finally Wei Ying appears on the horizon. )
He sleeps. ( He sounds incredulous, to his own ear. )
[A bath, even a quick one in tepid water, never fails to rejuvenate him-- it must be the Yunmeng boy in him. Bathing feels good, and he scrubs until his skin is flushed, coloring in a way it hasn't been since he was first thrown into the Burial Mounds and was forced to live in a cave.
He steps out already dressed in his sleepclothes, hair unbound and curling slightly at the ends. At the sight of Lan Zhan holding A-Yuan, bewilderment all over his face, he has to smile, and leans against his husband's side.]
As with his proclivity for hugging legs, he is quite comfortable with people he likes.
( Comfortable, yes. Exceedingly so. Even Lan Wangji, unlikely beneficiary of a-Yuan's attentions, knows better than to bring up how undeserving he is of the feat. Still, he eases in, whispering kisses on the boy's forehead, casting glances each side after each, as if petrified that the world might see him at his work. That it might stop him.
Then, Wei Ying is close, too close, and Lan Wangji takes a step back, then another, having found the clear contender for a-Yuan's attentions — and unwilling to surrender his charge. Let Wei Ying fight nobly for this rarely shared privilege. Lan Wangji will not surrender it of his own accord. )
You may oil your hair and balm your skin. ( In other words, Wei Ying may distract himself, while Lan Wangji shamelessly takes advantage of Yuan's warmth. )
[When Lan Zhan steps back, Wei Wuxian is left holding out a hand to him, bereft. Why is Lan Zhan pulling away from him?
Why is he not fine with physical contact now? Has he finally woken up and realized that he doesn't actually like Wei Wuxian? Did he get what he wanted from Wei Wuxian, a child, and now he was preparing to throw him away?
No, wait.
Breathe.
It's fine, they're fine, this is not a rejection of him.
Perhaps he just doesn't appreciate feeling damp hair on his shoulder through his clothes. Or perhaps he doesn't want all that hair dripping on Yuan and waking him. See? A perfectly mundane reason that has nothing to do with his feelings about Wei Wuxian. He drops his hand and tucks it behind his back with the other.]
Does my husband want me pretty for him? I'm so out of practice, but for you? I'll try remembering how to do it.
( He can't help himself, briefly blinking away incredulity, staring Wei Ying down — )
...already pretty.
( And he murmurs sweet nonsense against the child's ear, until it's Yuan who turns around, who points Wei Ying's way and proclaims, yes. 'Pretty!' And Lan Wangji can only hum along and still, ultimately nod the way of his small vanity, where a scant selection of oils and his jade comb sleep.
Perhaps unseemly, to assume that Wei Ying will not be offended by sharing, but there is nothing else available. He must learn, as they all did, to compromise at Cloud Recesses. Earthly possessions are but a summer dream. )
There, if you wish. ( What is Lan Wangji's is apparently also his new husband's. ) Oils, scents. Have your fill.
[Wei Wuxian is once again left gaping, but for an entirely different reason.]
Ah?
Wait, wait, wait! [He flaps his hands, inadvertently making Yuan giggle softly in Lan Zhan's arms. He drifts closer once more, then looks at the vanity. Then back to Lan Zhan's face, staring at him in wonder.]
Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan... did you just call me pretty?
( ...is it unseemly, perhaps? When bows have been made, when a life is sworn, has he crossed the limits of decency? An unfair demand, if so. Look at Wei Ying, raven hair and pale as jade's own white, and devastatingly handsome? Is Lan Wangji to blame?
He searches the answer in Yuan's face, finds the boy flushed and burrowing his head in Wangji's own shoulder. Ah, they are useless, even together. Lan Wangji stands alone. )
[That "perhaps" speaks louder than anything else, because it means yes, as far as Lan Zhan is concerned.
Wei Wuxian is pretty?
If either of them had been anyone else, the word could have been considered an insult instead, because men are not pretty. There would have been fists flying, loud arguments that would make the child cry. But they are Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, they are a newlywed cutsleeve couple made of two of the most famous young masters of their generation. Wei Wuxian has called himself mother and wife in secret, even if he demanded the word "husband" from Lan Zhan.
Suddenly it seems as if there's less space in Wei Wuxian's chest, his heart feels so large and he is too aware of it by half.]
Lan Zhan... Tomorrow. I will make myself pretty for you tomorrow. For tonight... I just want to look at you.
I'm dumbstruck! [Even if he continues to talk.] I have no words! This compliment from my husband, how can I think to do anything else but watch him?
...boring. ( But in that same breath: ) You've bathed. Test the hair oils.
( He mutters and casts his gaze aside, because Wei Ying is Wei Ying is Wei Ying, and his teasing is boundless, and Yuan, already sneakily trying to snooze, shouldn't be exposed to it. With a sigh, Lan Wangji trots them the way of the bed's side, casting his fool of a husband a questioning glance. )
Is it his rest hour? ( Certainly, children should be permitted sleep when they seek it, unless the Wen have insisted on a different style of education than Lan Wangji might intuitively recommend. They are, after all, better suited to direct the child's needs than a visitor in his day-to-day life. )
[Boring? Boring? Wei Wuxian puts his hands on his hips-- Lan Zhan should know that this is a challenge to him!
... That might have been his plan all along. Damn it. Fine, Wei Wuxian will allow himself to be provoked. Challenged.]
Any time he feels tired after dinner is his sleeping hour, so if he feels tired now, he should sleep now. [Wei Wuxian gives a nod towards the bedding the boy used earlier.] Give him a few rocks until he's completely out, then a few pats when you set him down.
And in the meantime, I'll show you proper pretty.
[Then he sits at the vanity, taking up the comb and the arduous task of taming his hair.]
( There is a moment when he thinks to ask for succor. The task of minding a child is simple, but new, and Yuan entrusts himself too carelessly. Lan Wangji, at once content and overwhelmed to keep him, does as bidden: rocks a few time, hushes him when he seems to stir, then finally, woefully relinquishes his prize into the sheets.
He lingers, after, to simply watch him at his work of sleep, of falling in, of dozing tenderly. He suspects this is not a child who begrudges his elders, who thinks the lesser of them for their faults of care.
Already, he has accepted Lan Wangji's inadequacies with enviable resistance. )
He is developing a core. ( Sensed, earlier, when he gripped the child's wrist. ) Will you teach him the sword?
[Asking him such a heavy question immediately? Wei Wuxian falls silent for a minute as he works out the tangles in his hair with his fingers.]
I want to, but that will set him down a dangerous path.
If he wants to become a cultivator, I won't stop him, but he will need to abandon the Wen name. [He's not sure if he wants to demand that of Yuan. The sect's reputation may be completely unsalvageable, but he still has family that loves him. Wei Wuxian is willing to give him his name, but... Yuan has family.
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Minutes later, Yuan is clean, skin a little flushed from the scrubbing, and dressed in clean greys, charging through the house to finally partake in the meal. Wei Wuxian follows behind him, hair damp in places and his overcoat left behind.
He sits heavily at the little table with an oof.]
My motherly duty is done! Now he's your son, Lan Zhan.
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One offspring, still: he will make the most of it. There is no beginning, no end to Lan Wangji's affection. He may wash them all over this single child, who watches him unwaveringly, who tugs his sleeve and draws him, too, toward the low table. At least here, slipping down, he can try to curry favor with a-Yuan, starting to gently reveal each dish and pour down spoonfuls of it in his bowl.
He may test out each flavor. )
Sit with us. ( This to Wei Ying, unfailingly. ) He will not feed, if you do not.
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[Despite his grousing, he sits readily on a side adjacent to Lan Zhan, mirroring their placement on the day they married.
Ah... family dinner. At the very least, he has had this in the Burial Grounds when they had the resources to spare. They're just missing Uncle Four's wine-- but Lan Zhan is right next to him, Lans are forbidden alcohol.
Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. This is the first family dinner he has with the man, his husband no less.
The thought still makes him giddy.
As Lan Zhan busies himself with Yuan's bowl, Wei Wuxian piles food into Lan Zhan's, rice then vegetables, taking care to skirt around the meat, and tries to arrange them in a manner pleasing to the eye.]
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Now and then, he offers out a few pieces to Wei Ying, also, interested in keeping both of his charges sated. Truly, they deserve no less, and neither has had the opportunity to enjoy much care or consideration
In the end, they have fed each other, and their — son has benefitted from the largesse of both caretakers. As he should. Lan Wangji cannot begin to eat and still converse, therefore delaying his meal. )
You are all bone. Eat. We may spare.
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Rice first, even if his stomach is demanding the stew. He knows what would happen if he took too much at once. Yuan got all of his food during the trip, so he will be fine.]
Now, your turn.
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We do not speak whilst eating. ( If he begins now, while Wei Ying still plans to inevitably interrogate him, he will be unable to set down his chopsticks until he has finalised his meal. Better than they should take turns, and for Lan Wangji to attend his needs once Wei Ying takes his bath. )
Our habit, not Wei Ying's. ( He may continue, after all, as is. )
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Perhaps he would have used his claws if the rule was enforced on him. Perhaps not.
(He wouldn't have, not with Yuan here needing good role models.)
But after the meal? His mouth starts running again.]
Aiya, Lan Zhan! [He drops onto his back again, which gives their son the opportunity to climb on top of him once more.] I never thought I would be adhering to that rule again, and in the Cloud Recesses too! Who would have thought I'd ever come back here after leaving?
["Leaving", like he hadn't been expelled for fighting like the unruly student that he is.]
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He'll hurt first. He'll hurt worse. He'll never be permitted to forget the day when he showed Wei Ying his underbelly.
And yet, freshly fed and warmed by the blissful sight of Wei Ying accosted by a small child who wants to give him nothing but kindness, not even Lan Wangji could help himself. )
Wei Ying would always be invited as my guest. ( In the end, surely even Hanguang-Jun deserves some manner of privilege for winning a war. )
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He sits up, tucking Yuan against his chest, little face under his chin as he wipes the last debris of Yuan's meal from his cheeks. It's good for him to be here, even if they're surrounded by a bunch of no-fun fuddy-duddies. Maybe he can wrangle someone into keeping Yuan, maybe Lan Zhan. They've been joking about how the man is Yuan's other father already, but perhaps he should be in truth.]
Ah, Lan Zhan. [His sweet Lan Zhan, too idealistic.
Kind of Lan Zhan to say that Wei Wuxian is allowed in as a guest any time, but he doesn't think the same. He thinks that the tolerance of the Lans only stretch so far, and the next time he comes, he won't be greeted by his husband, but by swords and potential death.]
You want me to keep coming back, do you? Planning our next meeting before we even properly begin this one?
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( And duties and privileges. It is known, for all the clan would thoroughly dispute the legitimacy of the choice of a man, who cannot deliver an heir, and of Wei Wuxian, who cannot abide by the principles of the righteous path.
All the same, Lan Wangji is not their only hope for descendants. Zewu-Jun remains active, attentive, strong. Even if Hanguang-Jun has erred with his interests, as far as the collective Lan eye can see, his brother remains pristine and holy.
Let Lan Xichen bear the brunt of their expectations. Selfishly, Lan Wangji can nearly join that thought.
Instead, his gaze droops, his hands knot behind his back, and he looks about with clear intent — anywhere but before himself. )
Elopement does not render you illegitimate.
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Wei Wuxian blinks once, twice to get the tears out of his eyes so he doesn't cry in front of Lan Zhan. Look at him! He's gotten so pathetic in the past months, worn down from poverty and desperation (and the resentment he plays with so much. but he will never admit that). Just... the care in which Lan Zhan is giving him, the insistence that he must have the same privileges as his own husband despite being a wanted criminal...
He shouldn't stick around, because even if his social standing is much stronger now, Lan Zhan's is sure to fall anyway. The lesser spouse gets elevated thanks to the marriage, but he doubts the same will be true of theirs when the Yiling Patriarch is involved. Not with the jianghu out for his blood.
But he can't leave. Lan Zhan is here, and he is everything.
Wei Wuxian stands, and offers him Yuan, a symbol of the response he can't give out loud, and all the things he can't say-- yet.]
Dear, darling husband, you're too good to me.
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The child is proffered onto him, a beautiful gift he cannot refuse, arms ready. He takes him, slow and far too careful, but learning as Wei Ying entrusts him. In the end, no man is born knowing how to handle children, and many father them. He, too, can decipher this.
On his chest, Yuan is a friendly weight, finding his own peace, cooing criticism that Lan Wangji's silks are too slippery and soft, while his small fists fail to gain purchase. Yes, yes. The world is unkind to young Yuan, personally. )
Then reward me. Enjoy your time here.
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And here Lan Zhan is, only asking for him to just enjoy time in this small space he's dug out for them, away from the politics and the death, the swords that want him and his dependents dead. This is all he wants. Even for everything else he'd demanded from Wei Wuxian previously, he can't help but take his husband at face value right now.
Oh, Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian cups his cheek, strokes it with a thumb. He loves this man as a friend, a soulmate and his perfect match, but Wei Wuxian knows he could come to see him the way a wife sees a husband, if given time in this relationship.
He wants to say all of it, but perhaps that would come out too sappy, and he refrains.]
I'll start now. Mind our son while I bathe? [The water has lessened and surely cooled down by now, but he'll accept even something freezing cold as long as it's clean.]
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They fit together, Lan Wangji half holding, half cradling him. Sharing his warmth, taking in his scent. Strange, how time gallops as he walks the child, as moments blink and trail together.
How he waits, gently, until Lan Yuan's breathing calms, and finally Wei Ying appears on the horizon. )
He sleeps. ( He sounds incredulous, to his own ear. )
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He steps out already dressed in his sleepclothes, hair unbound and curling slightly at the ends. At the sight of Lan Zhan holding A-Yuan, bewilderment all over his face, he has to smile, and leans against his husband's side.]
As with his proclivity for hugging legs, he is quite comfortable with people he likes.
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Then, Wei Ying is close, too close, and Lan Wangji takes a step back, then another, having found the clear contender for a-Yuan's attentions — and unwilling to surrender his charge. Let Wei Ying fight nobly for this rarely shared privilege. Lan Wangji will not surrender it of his own accord. )
You may oil your hair and balm your skin. ( In other words, Wei Ying may distract himself, while Lan Wangji shamelessly takes advantage of Yuan's warmth. )
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Why is he not fine with physical contact now? Has he finally woken up and realized that he doesn't actually like Wei Wuxian? Did he get what he wanted from Wei Wuxian, a child, and now he was preparing to throw him away?
No, wait.
Breathe.
It's fine, they're fine, this is not a rejection of him.
Perhaps he just doesn't appreciate feeling damp hair on his shoulder through his clothes. Or perhaps he doesn't want all that hair dripping on Yuan and waking him. See? A perfectly mundane reason that has nothing to do with his feelings about Wei Wuxian. He drops his hand and tucks it behind his back with the other.]
Does my husband want me pretty for him? I'm so out of practice, but for you? I'll try remembering how to do it.
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...already pretty.
( And he murmurs sweet nonsense against the child's ear, until it's Yuan who turns around, who points Wei Ying's way and proclaims, yes. 'Pretty!' And Lan Wangji can only hum along and still, ultimately nod the way of his small vanity, where a scant selection of oils and his jade comb sleep.
Perhaps unseemly, to assume that Wei Ying will not be offended by sharing, but there is nothing else available. He must learn, as they all did, to compromise at Cloud Recesses. Earthly possessions are but a summer dream. )
There, if you wish. ( What is Lan Wangji's is apparently also his new husband's. ) Oils, scents. Have your fill.
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Ah?
Wait, wait, wait! [He flaps his hands, inadvertently making Yuan giggle softly in Lan Zhan's arms. He drifts closer once more, then looks at the vanity. Then back to Lan Zhan's face, staring at him in wonder.]
Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan... did you just call me pretty?
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He searches the answer in Yuan's face, finds the boy flushed and burrowing his head in Wangji's own shoulder. Ah, they are useless, even together. Lan Wangji stands alone. )
...perhaps.
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Wei Wuxian is pretty?
If either of them had been anyone else, the word could have been considered an insult instead, because men are not pretty. There would have been fists flying, loud arguments that would make the child cry. But they are Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, they are a newlywed cutsleeve couple made of two of the most famous young masters of their generation. Wei Wuxian has called himself mother and wife in secret, even if he demanded the word "husband" from Lan Zhan.
Suddenly it seems as if there's less space in Wei Wuxian's chest, his heart feels so large and he is too aware of it by half.]
Lan Zhan... Tomorrow. I will make myself pretty for you tomorrow. For tonight... I just want to look at you.
I'm dumbstruck! [Even if he continues to talk.] I have no words! This compliment from my husband, how can I think to do anything else but watch him?
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( He mutters and casts his gaze aside, because Wei Ying is Wei Ying is Wei Ying, and his teasing is boundless, and Yuan, already sneakily trying to snooze, shouldn't be exposed to it. With a sigh, Lan Wangji trots them the way of the bed's side, casting his fool of a husband a questioning glance. )
Is it his rest hour? ( Certainly, children should be permitted sleep when they seek it, unless the Wen have insisted on a different style of education than Lan Wangji might intuitively recommend. They are, after all, better suited to direct the child's needs than a visitor in his day-to-day life. )
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... That might have been his plan all along. Damn it. Fine, Wei Wuxian will allow himself to be provoked. Challenged.]
Any time he feels tired after dinner is his sleeping hour, so if he feels tired now, he should sleep now. [Wei Wuxian gives a nod towards the bedding the boy used earlier.] Give him a few rocks until he's completely out, then a few pats when you set him down.
And in the meantime, I'll show you proper pretty.
[Then he sits at the vanity, taking up the comb and the arduous task of taming his hair.]
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He lingers, after, to simply watch him at his work of sleep, of falling in, of dozing tenderly. He suspects this is not a child who begrudges his elders, who thinks the lesser of them for their faults of care.
Already, he has accepted Lan Wangji's inadequacies with enviable resistance. )
He is developing a core. ( Sensed, earlier, when he gripped the child's wrist. ) Will you teach him the sword?
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I want to, but that will set him down a dangerous path.
If he wants to become a cultivator, I won't stop him, but he will need to abandon the Wen name. [He's not sure if he wants to demand that of Yuan. The sect's reputation may be completely unsalvageable, but he still has family that loves him. Wei Wuxian is willing to give him his name, but... Yuan has family.
That's the important part.]
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