Arrival... reunion... things?

[alittlespicy]

Who: Lan Wangji and open
Where: Around Gazin, possibly around Bhalris's shop for a time specifically.
When: November 1, evening before the storm, and onwards
What: Lan Wangji arrives, is silently confused, possibly acquires a language understanding. Probably gets found by his husband, a day late for said husband's birthday. Things like that.
Warnings: Possible references to canon-specific violence, gore, other issues (suicide, suicidal ideation). Spoilers for the series. All these are possible but not certain. I'll add if anything else comes up.

I. Arrival

The man is tall and very beautiful, clad in flowing white, cloud-patterned robes, with a white-handled sword at his side and a wihte-wrapped board-looking object on his back. And a white ribbon across his forehead, threaded in his long, dark hair. The eyes that look out at the world are pale, like colored glass, and a little wide because everything here is strange, very strange.

He understands not a word spoken to him unless it's in olden Chinese, so if anyone asks him a question, he's most likely to answer with a slight, graceful headshake. He does not understand.

II. Herbs and understanding

Wangj might not understand words, either spoken or written, but he can observe people, and he has some sensitivity to the flow of energy.

And, also, a sensitive enough nose. Herbs tend to require some knowledge, and he thinks that, perhaps, some information could be exchanged? Possibly?

He goes in, browsing the wares. Some herbs he knows, some he doesn't.

... hopefully, he will leave the place with knowledge of English.

III. Inn.

Wangji was going to be more likely to try to sleep under the stars, but the sudden storm is too strong, and while his cultivation is more than enough that he wouldn't be really troubled by it, this is a strange place and he knows not what else the harsh weather might bring. So, with his newly acquired understanding, he finds his way to the inn, sitting quietly at a table to the side, having only asked for tea.

Herbal tea, it turns out.

Well, he can drink that.

IV. Investigation / runes (Time)

Wangji does not wait long after the long storm ends to go investigating. He's trod the town on foot, so he starts with that, but he will wind up in the forest, contemplating the glow, too.

The rune he sees is the one for time, so once he does sleep, he dreams of his brother trying to tell him something. It makes him wake up with his lips pale. His brother always understood him, and to fail to understand in turn...

V. Wildcard

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Comments

3~ Someone's gonna be a LEECH (could lead into 4 possibly)

[obliviouspatriarch]

Even if no news about Wangji had been given or people insisting they haven't seen anyone like that, Wuxian's stubbornness and determination to find his husband outweighs any of the logical thinking he should be doing. Or sleep he should have been getting more of, and that exhaustion is clear on his face and in his eyes.

Until he sees that ever familiar white clothing in the inn. His heart skips a beat and he can't believe his eyes, he was told the man hadn't been seen, but there he is even with the white ribbon on his forehead. Before he knows it, his feet have brought him to the table, staring at those beautiful features.

"Lan Zhan... Is-- is it really you? Everyone said that you weren't here, but I didn't want to believe them."

his very own leech!!!

[alittlespicy]

Wangji looks up as the steps approach, then his eyes widen, and before the words have finished coming out, he has wrapped himself around his husband, the slight tremor of tension and relief barely felt.

"Wei Ying. How long...? I only arrived today."

No 'thank you' and 'I'm sorry' between them, but he is sorry all the same.

ALL the rage of fashion accessories!

[obliviouspatriarch]

The sudden embrace startles him, but he instinctively melts into it and feels comfort immediately wash over him and relaxes. It's him, it's really him and he's not imagining things, he could weep for joy at that very moment but stops himself since they're in public. He doesn't say anything for a few moments as he's buried himself as close as he can into Wangji's embrace, clinging tightly as he trembles a bit.

But he finally speaks, words level to most others, but had a quiver to them that only those that knew him could detect. "A few days, I think. I didn't want to believe that you weren't here." In return, Wuxian buries all the 'thank yous' deep down, knowing that wasn't necessary when actions spoke louder.

Wangji only needs one, if that one is Wei Ying

[alittlespicy]

Wangji's arms tighten at that quiver, ever so slightly.

"I am here."

He wasn't, and now he is.

Then.

"Who said?"

[obliviouspatriarch]

That reassurance is all he needs to feel better, and to breathe easier.

"The locals did, but it doesn't matter anymore, I found you. You're here now and I don't care what any of them say." And he won't be letting him out of his sight for a while. 6 days was too long to be separated in his opinion, and his stress levels showed that as well.

[alittlespicy]

"Mn." Wangji nods slightly, tightening his arms, then his eyes narrow.

"Did you get very wet?" The rain was hard, and while they are working on it, Wei Ying is far from being as safe from things like colds as Wangji is.

[obliviouspatriarch]

Wuxian shakes his head to the question, not having been as wet as he'd thought he would get. "Not too bad, but it's coming down out there. I don't need to worry though, I have you again to keep me warm even if I get cold."

He didn't feel cold, or that he'd noticed in Wangji's arms. It didn't really matter to him right then. What he wanted to do was curl up into his husband and lay down, and just be there with a good night's sleep for once.

[alittlespicy]

"Room."

Which is all that Wangji says. It's not a question, and he doesn't feel like letting go enough to guide his husband where he has been shown earlier.

Which only leaves one option, and Wei Ying is being carried in Wangji's arms about two seconds later.

[obliviouspatriarch]

Somewhere more private is on his mind as well, but before he can say anything, he's being hoisted up in Wangji's arms.

"L-Lan Zhan! I can walk you know! Aaahh.. what am I going to do with you, tsk." Wuxian resigns himself to being carried after he gets over the startle, placing his arms around the other's neck and a kiss on his cheek.

[alittlespicy]

"Mn."

Calm and composed and assured.

Except where Wangji's ears are feeling very, very hot.

[obliviouspatriarch]

His eyes glance to his husband's ears as he sighs before smirking and poking an earlobe.

"Or maybe I should have asked for the other way around, judging by your ears." He'd wanted to cuddle, but wouldn't protest, and would welcome, what else happens.

[alittlespicy]

...

Wangji hesitates only a little. The words are measured and certain. However, there is still question in the pale eyes.

"Everyday means every day."

[obliviouspatriarch]

"Lan ZHAN! You can't just say that with people around!"

His face has gone bright red at those words uttered and the meaning behind them, not that he would ever say no. Especially not when it's been a week without him, and the fact the tail of Wangji's forehead ribbon was being wrapped gently in Wuxian's fingers.

"You better hope that room doesn't have thin walls or you'll have to silence me. You have lost time to make up for."

[alittlespicy]

"Could silence you." No, no he won't. He even leans his head slightly towards the hold on his ribbon. It is right. Wei Ying's fingers is where it belongs.

Bold actions, though once the door of the private room is closed, Wangji doesn't set him down as much as sets him down in Wangji's own lap, holding tight.

"My Wei Ying." It is all right. Wangji is here.

[obliviouspatriarch]

"You could but I know you won't." He's never been silenced in their private time, he knows Wangji likes to hear him even if it means them getting stared at later. He's shameless enough to take pride in all of it.

Once seated in Wangji's lap, adjusted to be facing him and wrapping his legs around, Wuxian tugs at that ribbon and smirks as he rubs the tip of his nose against his husband's. "I missed you." His voice is soft and sweet, as is the kiss he places upon those lips he's missed.

[alittlespicy]

"I will not." Definitely correct a guess. But still, he does hope the walls of the inn are thick enough that people won't... ... interrupt them.

But then the words. Three simple words. He doesn't often give Wei Ying reason to say them, but they sate a thirst that years of I don't want yous and more than a decade of hopeless solitude had made him feel as though it would be unquenchable... and forever getting worse.

Yet, here they are.

He kisses his husband back, soft at first, but then deeper. Not pressing for more just yet, despite the way they are tangled together. He wants... he wants to make sure Wei Ying is all right. That he won't vanish from his arms like a dream.

He kisses yet again, and then shifts his face to press his lips all over his face. "You are unharmed? By coming here, or anyone here?"

Ask first, and only start undressing him to check for himself after.

[obliviouspatriarch]

The deepened kiss ignites a blaze in his chest, warming his entire body, making him let out a hum -almost a purr- of delight. Not to mention calming the storm in his mind that he was only imagining Wangji there, and Wuxian doesn't dare to let go for fear of the other disappearing on him.

He pulls his face back a little, shaking his head at the questions, cupping one hand at the side of Wangji's face and lightly brushing his thumb on his cheek and nothing but adoration written on Wuxian's face as he spoke. "You worry too much, I wasn't hurt. When I showed up, all I did was search for you until I was tired. No one harmed me, but I was surprised to see someone we both know to be dead alive and well. Since you're the one that severed an arm and stabbed him." A snort and eye-roll before he continued, secretly grateful but a refusal to admit that gratitude simply because of who it had been. "Shockingly, he didn't hurt me, and instead stopped me from being monster food."

[alittlespicy]

Wangji freezes.

"Xue Yang." He listens, though his eyes are still hard, and even nods lightly at the end, but his arms tighten slightly.

Then again, until Wei Ying refused him, Xue Yang did not harm an was even courteous to him, so perhaps this part isn't too surprising. That doesn't make it less suspicious.

"He wants what?"

[obliviouspatriarch]

A nod, confirming that the person he was referring to was the very same. Although he himself still doesn't know what Xue Yang wants from him, other than prodding at his sore spots.

"Yes, him, but I have no idea what he wants. I think we should keep an eye on him, just to be safe."

He lets out a small sigh, not really wanting to talk much about that, at least not at the moment. "Let's not talk about him, not tonight, okay? Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

[alittlespicy]

"So long as he is unlikely to attack now," and in this storm, Wangji thinks that unlikely, indeed, "it can wait."

And his hands move again, gently exploring Wei Ying's body - for now through the robes, but touching all sorts of places - to begin reassuring them both that yes, they are both here. They are both all right. And they are both real.

"Anything that you do not want to wait?"

[obliviouspatriarch]

Another nod, then an amused noise. "Good, he's not important right now." Not to him, what was important was the person holding him. The touches makes him hum delightedly and sets that fire ablaze even more.

"Nothing else needs to wait, nothing else should." Wuxian gives Wangji a look filled with love, and one of longing. Even if it had only been a few days, that touch was deeply missed.

[alittlespicy]

Wangji hums, and leans to claim another kiss, his fingers slipping along the side of Wei Ying's throat, guqin-callused fingers along smooth skin.

"No waiting."

His other hand moves to start undoing the ties and stays of the robes that Wei Ying is wearing, head dipping to start kissing the skin that is revealed.

[obliviouspatriarch]

He's hungry for that kiss and the touch, which makes shivers ripple across his body, making Wuxian elicit a muffled and quieter moan.

"Don't wait for anything."

Barely a whisper before a sharp, pleased, inhale with the kisses placed. Touch starved indeed, needy for every single kiss, as he fumbles around to undo Wangji's robes as well although isn't as successful with the kisses distracting him.

[alittlespicy]

Wangji only delays the undressing to slip out a small jar of ointment from his sleeve and then shifts them around to remove all clothing. He lays down his husband on his back on the bed--

-- then gets distracted because the bed? has springs? He narrows his eyes, then returns his gaze to his husband, frowning slightly. This is what happens when you're used to very, very hard beds.

"Will such a bed be strong enough?"

He can otherwise move the mattress to the floor and not risk Wei Ying getting hurt if the bed breaks. And Wei Ying has a better idea about the beds, he's guessing, having been here for a few actual nights. Whether or not he has managed to sleep.

[obliviouspatriarch]

He lets himself be undressed and laid back, but the moment Wangji hesitates, Wuxian raises an eyebrow. And then starts giggling, turning into a laughing fit at the question, needing a couple minutes to breathe and get it out of his system.

"It'll be fine Lan Zhan, these beds are stronger than they seem. Even with your strength, it's nothing like the tubs back home you break."

Even though he hasn't slept much, he can confirm the beds are strong.

"But if you want to take me on the floor, I won't complain." He winks, teasingly poking at Wangji's nose.

[alittlespicy]

... excuse him while he drinks in the sight of his husband, laughing. Amused, entertained, radiant. There are many laughs that Wei Ying gives, but when it is like this, surprised and free, it is almost as good as the laughing of sheer joy that is rarer. And the most right.

His eyes crinkle very slightly at the poke, and he avoids the finger to to claim a kiss, trying to drink the sound from Wei Ying's lips, just a little. And he picks his husband up, pressing him close, to shift the mattress to the floor.

"This time, no interruptions. Not for broken anything." Experimenting with the soft bed can wait.

He settles Wei Ying on the mattress, then reaches for the ointment, holding it up in question. Are you ready?

[obliviouspatriarch]

He rarely laughs so freely, but such an occasion he's glad to have Wangji be the one that hears it. It's his gift to his wonderful husband for loving him so much, regardless of how puzzled he still is about being deserving of such a thing.

His smile widens when a kiss is claimed, humming delightedly against those soft lips that he knows hunger for his body. "No interruptions, even if there's knocking on the door." He purrs alluringly, winking with a nod at the silent question. A little impatiently, even.

"With you? Always."