notes on the fridge

[madscenes]

NOTES ON THE FRIDGE
You're sharing a space: a home, an office, a Batcave, whatever. But you're busy and your schedules don't quite match up -- but you have plenty of note paper! Time to leave a note (or two)!

instructions:
- comment with your character name & canon in the subject line + if you just want one-on-one interactions (1:1) or you're open to anything (ota)
- in your top level leave a starter note - a shopping list, a reminder, just a comment, whatever you'd like
- others reply to this note!
- you can "edit" notes by copy/pasting them and striking out words, adding doodles, writing over/under, or just add another note!
- if the commenter is ota, jump in on other people's threads! maybe you're all sharing the space as a group or team! please don't jump into threads if they're marked 1:1!
- do you sign the note or leave it anonymous? do you recognise the handwriting?
- have fun!

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[quietroom]

[ Every day, he loves Wei Wuxian that much more. Every day brings him a gift that he thought lost. He's always been gracious and understands how to demonstrate proper gratitude. For his husband, that means displaying the depths of his love. So Wei Wuxian is just going to have to continue to deal with his romantic tendencies. ]

The Chinese poets are not the only ones who know of love.

[ And then, beneath that, lines from another poem. ]

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

[ There's a scrapbook laid out on the coffee table in the living room, with the sketch of Wei Wuxian on the first page, and the rest of the post-its that Lan Wangji's kept properly displayed, in the correct order, with spaces for the ones Wei Wuxian kept.

(He knows very well they were kept.) ]

[singlelogbridge]

[Okay maybe? But also everything he's choosing is too beautiful to compare! Wei Wuxian lets out a gusty amused sigh and then gets to work. At this point, he's creating a youtube playlist as he works and he's definitely going to send it to Lan Zhan when they're done.

He takes the time first to add his half of the (indeed carefully preserved) notes to the scrapbook, sticking Lan Wangji's sketch on the first page with his own and then adding his new addition to the fridge.]

I can’t pull you closer than this
It’s just you and the moon on my skin
Oh, who says it ever has to end

Let’s let the stars watch
Let them stare
Let the wind eavesdrop
I don’t care
For all that we’ve got, don’t let go

Just hold me

[quietroom]

[ It began as something of a jest, but each little song Wei Wuxian shares makes his heart sing. That night, he holds his husband close. Which is really... not that unusual. But his hands are a little more tender, his voice full of affection he normally doesn't allow to seep into his speech.

The next morning, there are a few more post-it notes than before because he needed to share the entire poem. ]

You and I
Have so much love,
That it
Burns like a fire,
In which we bake a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of you
And a figure of me.
Then we take both of them,
And break them into pieces,
And mix the pieces with water,
And mold again a figure of you,
And a figure of me.
I am in your clay.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt.
In death we will share one bed.

[singlelogbridge]

[The embarrassment soaked affection that usually plagues him whenever Lan Zhan says (or writes) anything especially devoted doesn't come when he wakes near noon and reads the newest addition, his mind still a hazy warmth of remembered touches that render him immune. Instead, he smiles sweetly, sprawling in one of the kitchen chairs with pleasantly aching muscles.

He reads and rereads the words, taking each note off the fridge to study closely and let them resonate with his heart.

Wei Wuxian goes about his day in a daze, mumbling the words to himself in the grocery store and in the subway, always with a soft smile slipping over his lips.

After dinner, Lan Zhan takes a call and Wei Wuxian takes his turn. He finds his song and has finished with only one of his post-its when Lan Zhan's call ends and they get distracted. Later, when Lan Zhan is sleeping, he slips out of bed and makes his way back over, finishing his work so that it will be there for Lan Zhan in the morning. It's his shortest contribution yet, simple, sweet, and he hopes unmistakable in its adoration.]

This is devotion, I am lost
You're the only one I see
Our bodies in motion, I am caught
Floating in your gravity

[quietroom]

[ Normally, he tucks the post-it note into a folder or somewhere special, or leaves it up until he can return to write his own. That morning, when he sees the note, he tucks it into his shirt pocket, just above his heart, hidden beneath his jacket.

He writes his newest note later, once again selecting just a few lines from the poem to write out. ]

[...]again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

[singlelogbridge]

[This one takes Wei Wuxian less time, having built up an arsenal of songs found to be unfitting for previous responses, he picks out one that he'd been eyeing earlier and seems to fit just right now.

The other post-its get lovingly placed into their scrapbook and he notes with some amusement that it won't be long until they've filled the book.]

We belong to the stars
Two eternal hearts
We belong to each other's arms

With heaven so close
Every light illuminates
But I will stay, I will stay

Falling closer to the sky
Write your name right next to mine
And we'll sleep with the satellites

[quietroom]

[ He draws a dozen stars on a post-it note, writing the calligraphy for their birth names beneath two of the stars that appear to be close together.

It is utterly whimsical and completely ridiculous. But his next selection is sweet, highlighting a point he loves about Wei Wuxian. ]

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you

[singlelogbridge]

[The post-it note full of stars gets its own page in their book, right in the center. Later, Wei Wuxian will find stickers or perhaps a star dotted background sheet to complete the look. For now, he slides it behind the film of the scrapbook, takes a picture, and sets it as his new phone background.

He looks for something with laughter but stalls his search in favor of something else instead. It feels appropriate.]

Time stands still
Beauty in all he is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this

I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

[quietroom]

[ He's the one to break, standing there staring at the post-it note for longer than necessary. He puts it in the scrapbook. His response is straightforward and direct, with no embellishment or poetic words. Just this: ]

I love you.

[singlelogbridge]

[For this, Wei Wuxian does not leave a note of his own. Instead, he goes to find his husband straight away, answering in action in ways that words can't match.

Later, much later, he will not place the last note in their new scrapbook. Instead, he'll let it remain on the fridge for weeks until the post-it's adhesion has all but faded, the note barely still dangling. Only then will he remove it and add it to the rest.]