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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[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."