[He tries to mentally do the math, from Dafan mountain up to the Cloud Recesses of Gusu? If it'd only been a day, wouldn't they have traveled by sword? Wei Wuxian could hardly imagine Hanguang Jun dragging his unconscious body over his shoulder to bring him here, but it must've been so.
Hunger was honestly the last thing on his mind, there are so many things he wants to ask, but he pulls himself up from the bed and seats himself in front of the table instead. The whole situation feels surreal somehow.]
I feel more like a drink, if I'm honest.
[He and Lan Wangji had once been the closest of friends, at least, Wei Wuxian had thought so, Lan Zhan's feelings were hard to guess at. After so long, how far had that gap widened? Age had done nothing to diminish Lan Wangji's looks, still fine as jade and classically handsome, though he looked even more like he was in mourning, with his heavy white robes and heavier expression.
His wrist burns, the longer he dwells on it, and he rubs it absently, folding his legs lazily and leaning on the table. Even when he'd woken with those slashes across his arm, it hadn't irritated him so. What had changed?
He busies himself with the food, raising a brow at the chili oil in easy reach, before taking it up and generously adding it to his meal. How much had Cloud Recesses changed? Their food was so bland before, had they finally realized they needed to use more seasoning?]
I'm not even sure where to start. Would you believe me, if I said I don't remember where I've been all this time?
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Hunger was honestly the last thing on his mind, there are so many things he wants to ask, but he pulls himself up from the bed and seats himself in front of the table instead. The whole situation feels surreal somehow.]
I feel more like a drink, if I'm honest.
[He and Lan Wangji had once been the closest of friends, at least, Wei Wuxian had thought so, Lan Zhan's feelings were hard to guess at. After so long, how far had that gap widened? Age had done nothing to diminish Lan Wangji's looks, still fine as jade and classically handsome, though he looked even more like he was in mourning, with his heavy white robes and heavier expression.
His wrist burns, the longer he dwells on it, and he rubs it absently, folding his legs lazily and leaning on the table. Even when he'd woken with those slashes across his arm, it hadn't irritated him so. What had changed?
He busies himself with the food, raising a brow at the chili oil in easy reach, before taking it up and generously adding it to his meal. How much had Cloud Recesses changed? Their food was so bland before, had they finally realized they needed to use more seasoning?]
I'm not even sure where to start. Would you believe me, if I said I don't remember where I've been all this time?