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bakerstreet2020-02-09 09:10 pm
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Treat you like glass
 LIKE GLASS
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[[Honestly, could go either way on this.]]
(Could go either way)
((Definitely the tiny one at all 4’11”. Good with rough or gentle. She won’t break in your arms.))
[Novel/donghua version. Could be either! Canonmates preferred. Canonverse and modern AU both available!]
Being his shield was a natural progression, a role he stepped into easily and willingly because he'd never managed to do it when he needed it most. When Wei Ying had been alone and Wangji hadn't been able to save him. Still it was his role now and he'd done his best, even if he'd missed the move Jin Ling had made.
Not that he blamed the child, as much he'd wanted to lash out, Wei Ying was more important and getting him back to Gusu was the only option he had left.
And then it was just waiting, sitting at his bedside and playing, only stopping when Xichen brought him food and made him eat.
Not that he blamed the child, as much he'd wanted to lash out, Wei Ying was more important and getting him back to Gusu was the only option he had left.
And then it was just waiting, sitting at his bedside and playing, only stopping when Xichen brought him food and made him eat.
His dreams are dark and full of regrets, lost youth and innocence long gone. Always when transitioning from sleeping to waking, there's a moment of honest clarity, of genuine truth sandwiched between past and present facades. These persona are necessary, or so he's believed since he was a child on streets, desperate to survive. He'd learned a harsh lesson in those days, that no one wanted to hear about his pain and in the years since, he's forgotten how to speak of it at all or even what his true face looks like.
In this moment, he can almost remember what it was like to be dead. His dreams had been black and chaotic then, too. Had that stab wound truly brought him so close enough to death again to trigger a memory?
Still caught on the precipice between conscious and unconscious, life and death, Wei Wuxian reaches out blindly. In his sleep, he's both sharp edges and softness, delicate glass and the strongest, tempered steel. His hand catches Lan Zhan's sleeve, fingers curling tightly, as unspeakable emotions play across his slumbering face.
"Lan Zhan," he whispers in his sleep, seeming to curl in on himself against a chill. "Don't... Don't be angry."
In this moment, he can almost remember what it was like to be dead. His dreams had been black and chaotic then, too. Had that stab wound truly brought him so close enough to death again to trigger a memory?
Still caught on the precipice between conscious and unconscious, life and death, Wei Wuxian reaches out blindly. In his sleep, he's both sharp edges and softness, delicate glass and the strongest, tempered steel. His hand catches Lan Zhan's sleeve, fingers curling tightly, as unspeakable emotions play across his slumbering face.
"Lan Zhan," he whispers in his sleep, seeming to curl in on himself against a chill. "Don't... Don't be angry."
"Oh," he murmurs, cuddling closer to Lan Zhan. His lashes are wet as if tears have been leaking from his eyes he's slept.
He seems to relax a little, growing quiet and still. One only has to take one look at the pinched expression on his face to see that this isn't a restful slumber at all. His features twist again, his grip on Lan Zhan tightening until his knuckles are white as bone.
"Don't go... Don't leave me! I'll go! I'll go to Gusu!"
His sleep-talking is louder now, increasingly desperate and distressed.
He seems to relax a little, growing quiet and still. One only has to take one look at the pinched expression on his face to see that this isn't a restful slumber at all. His features twist again, his grip on Lan Zhan tightening until his knuckles are white as bone.
"Don't go... Don't leave me! I'll go! I'll go to Gusu!"
His sleep-talking is louder now, increasingly desperate and distressed.
"I am here."
His hand tightens around Wei Ying's as he listens, his other hand smoothing hair back from his face because it's all he can do right now. He knows the dreams, but his music has had little effect on Wei Ying this time.
His hand tightens around Wei Ying's as he listens, his other hand smoothing hair back from his face because it's all he can do right now. He knows the dreams, but his music has had little effect on Wei Ying this time.
It's a torment not easily soothed. Thirteen years of punishment in a place between life and death, atoning for his sins in the hope that he might one day be reincarnated has left its mark on him. It usually hidden behind smiles, laughter, and teasing lessons and within subtle signs like how and when he's chosen to utilize his demonic cultivation.
Gone is the arrogant young man who'd used his powers so recklessly and slaughtered so many. What's remains is someone far more complicated and resigned.
Wei Wuxian stills again at the touch on his hair, hand squeezing Lan Zhan's back in return. After a few minutes, he gradually opens his eyes.
"...Lan Zhan?"
He's still getting used to there being someone right there beside him when he wakes up.
Gone is the arrogant young man who'd used his powers so recklessly and slaughtered so many. What's remains is someone far more complicated and resigned.
Wei Wuxian stills again at the touch on his hair, hand squeezing Lan Zhan's back in return. After a few minutes, he gradually opens his eyes.
"...Lan Zhan?"
He's still getting used to there being someone right there beside him when he wakes up.
"Wei Ying."
His voice is quiet, his fingers dropping from Wuxian's face as he meets that gaze, his own blazing for a moment before he pulls back, tempering himself back under control, even if he's not letting that hand go.
Not yet, anyway.
His voice is quiet, his fingers dropping from Wuxian's face as he meets that gaze, his own blazing for a moment before he pulls back, tempering himself back under control, even if he's not letting that hand go.
Not yet, anyway.
Edited 2020-02-10 10:09 (UTC)
The look in Lan Zhan's eyes take him off-guard. What was that about?
His hand lingers in Lan Zhan's a few seconds longer before he sits up, still incredibly close to his companion. He moves to the touch the bandages. Clean and secure. Other than a dull ache, his wound doesn't hurts nearly as much as expected.
"How long was I out?"
They were in the middle of something.
His hand lingers in Lan Zhan's a few seconds longer before he sits up, still incredibly close to his companion. He moves to the touch the bandages. Clean and secure. Other than a dull ache, his wound doesn't hurts nearly as much as expected.
"How long was I out?"
They were in the middle of something.
"Did I?"
Memory as unreliable as always, the dreams fading back into his subconscious. The mask slips back down without him even having to think about it. It comes to him as naturally as breathing and his face fits it so well, few would ever notice the one beneath it isn't the fool he pretends to be.
"I don't remember much about it all. But you were there and so were a lot of other people, I think."
He glances down at the bandages.
"Whoever did these did a good job. It barely hurts at all anymore."
Memory as unreliable as always, the dreams fading back into his subconscious. The mask slips back down without him even having to think about it. It comes to him as naturally as breathing and his face fits it so well, few would ever notice the one beneath it isn't the fool he pretends to be.
"I don't remember much about it all. But you were there and so were a lot of other people, I think."
He glances down at the bandages.
"Whoever did these did a good job. It barely hurts at all anymore."
Edited 2020-02-10 10:44 (UTC)
"...Asked me to bring you to Gusu."
He responds after a moment, his fingers squeezing Wei Ying's hand briefly before finally releasing it. Asking was an understatement, it'd been more like begging but he wasn't going to detail the way he'd spoken, just that he had. And then Wei Ying's comment drew his eyes back to the bandages again.
Jin Ling was lucky he was a child and A-Xian loved him. Anyone else wouldn't have gotten off so easily with an attack like that and it was because he was a child than Wangji had let his guard down.
Had allowed Wei Ying to get stabbed like that. His fingers tighten in the blankets before he exhales a breath.
"Brother treated your wound."
He responds after a moment, his fingers squeezing Wei Ying's hand briefly before finally releasing it. Asking was an understatement, it'd been more like begging but he wasn't going to detail the way he'd spoken, just that he had. And then Wei Ying's comment drew his eyes back to the bandages again.
Jin Ling was lucky he was a child and A-Xian loved him. Anyone else wouldn't have gotten off so easily with an attack like that and it was because he was a child than Wangji had let his guard down.
Had allowed Wei Ying to get stabbed like that. His fingers tighten in the blankets before he exhales a breath.
"Brother treated your wound."
So he'd said he wanted to go to Gusu, had he?
Wei Wuxian gives a brief, self-deprecating smile at that. So he'd been dreaming about that then? It's too late, though. What's done is done. He made his choices in the past and can't change them. The chance he'd had to take that path was gone. All that he can do now is move forward, living with the consequences of what he'd done.
Actually, discussing the dream is still a bit much for him still though so he turns his focus externally to the wound, to the mission they're on, to Lan Xichen. Those subjects were safer and less raw to bring up.
"I'll have to thank him. It's a lot better. This body's so fragile! Nothing at all like my old one."
A wound like this would have hardly impaired him at all when he was young!
Wei Wuxian gives a brief, self-deprecating smile at that. So he'd been dreaming about that then? It's too late, though. What's done is done. He made his choices in the past and can't change them. The chance he'd had to take that path was gone. All that he can do now is move forward, living with the consequences of what he'd done.
Actually, discussing the dream is still a bit much for him still though so he turns his focus externally to the wound, to the mission they're on, to Lan Xichen. Those subjects were safer and less raw to bring up.
"I'll have to thank him. It's a lot better. This body's so fragile! Nothing at all like my old one."
A wound like this would have hardly impaired him at all when he was young!
Xichen will probably stop by soon enough to check on him that all Wangji does is nod briefly in response to that, his gaze drifting back up to Wei Ying's face.
"I remember." He'd seen the extent of damage Wei Ying had taken when they were both younger and he's still for a moment before reaching out, his fingers brushing against the bandages again briefly.
"Work on that." Not that it would address every difference but there are things they can do.
"I remember." He'd seen the extent of damage Wei Ying had taken when they were both younger and he's still for a moment before reaching out, his fingers brushing against the bandages again briefly.
"Work on that." Not that it would address every difference but there are things they can do.
"You mean, like exercises and stuff? I guess that's an idea..."
Mo Xuanyu's body doesn't even have a golden core. Would he even be able to cultivate one? It's been so long since Wei Wuxian's taken that path at all. He feels his face warm very slightly with the way Lan Zhan's looking at his face and touching his bandages like that. There's something oddly intimate about it, especially when they're sitting so close on the same bed.
Then something suddenly hits him, belatedly.
"Wait. You said your brother did this? We're at the Cloud Recesses? Are you sure I should be here? What if I get all of you into trouble?"
Mo Xuanyu's body doesn't even have a golden core. Would he even be able to cultivate one? It's been so long since Wei Wuxian's taken that path at all. He feels his face warm very slightly with the way Lan Zhan's looking at his face and touching his bandages like that. There's something oddly intimate about it, especially when they're sitting so close on the same bed.
Then something suddenly hits him, belatedly.
"Wait. You said your brother did this? We're at the Cloud Recesses? Are you sure I should be here? What if I get all of you into trouble?"
Part of him had hoped this day wouldn't come for much longer but time had been against him from that night Juuri had turned Yuuki human and he'd entrusted her to Kaien's care. Had been against him every moment of the years since he'd come back to attend school full time. And tonight had been his only chance.
He'd taken it. Taken her and awakened her to her true nature, and now that she was asleep, his fingers stroked her cheek gently as he waited.
He'd taken it. Taken her and awakened her to her true nature, and now that she was asleep, his fingers stroked her cheek gently as he waited.
The entire experience had been overwhelming for Yuuki- every single fiber of her being had been changed. Even her appearance changed drastically. She was no longer the plain thick girl with short hair- she was tall, slender, and had beautiful long hair. However that wasn't the only transformation she faced; she was no longer human. The innocence of humanity fell off her of, her world now becoming tainted in red crimson blood.
She had been sleeping, her mind and body exhausted from the transformation. Eventually though, she did rise up. "I....I remember everything."
She had been sleeping, her mind and body exhausted from the transformation. Eventually though, she did rise up. "I....I remember everything."
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