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His husband does not, in the least bit, sound like him. Though, it's better than nothing and far better than it had been a moment before. He's sure that the other will get used to it. Just that one non-committal sound that speaks VOLUMES, for a lot of things. "Mn. I remember, Wei Ying. You do not have the strength to wield Bichen." Which means that, at the moment, he didn't have the strength to lift his sword. Besides, even during meetings he always carried his sword. His husband would need it.

"Wei Ying should go before they believe him late. This one is never late. Not even after our everyday," he points out. However, he gives a soft hum," The golden core will take care of Wei Ying if needed." Not that he expects his husband to get hurt or truly need to access it, but it was there. Where, for him, it was weird to have that void where it should have been.

"Hanguang-Jun is always precisely on time." Wei Ying nods in agreement and stands. His hands smooth along white robes to make sure everything falls into place. He schools his face back into a blank, but pensive expression and slides the door open. At the last second, he completely ruins the disguise by winking at his soul mate.

"Don't worry. I've been around you long enough now to mimic you. The disciples hang on your every word, they're not going to notice a few tiny details. Well, maybe Sizhui."

And with that, he turns to leave. Making his way to where Lan Zhan would usually be this early in the morning. For the most part, the day goes by relatively normal. He's not bored until he's stuck meeting with sect leaders who squabble over the tiniest thing. Honestly, how does Lan Zhan have the patience for this?

He hopes his soul mate is having a better time.

Yes, he was always on time. That? It would never change. Not even when he got older, assuming that he ever did. The idea of hitting immortality without his soulmate, however, was not something that he ever wished to think about. He notes Wei Ying leaving and the other half of his soul had been doing just fine... up until that wink, which has him shaking his head.

Here was hoping that his soulmate knew how to mimic him. Though, he doubted it would only be Sizhui to notice. Jingyi would probably notice, as well. The boy had been hanging around their son enough.

There's a part of him that wants to head out after Wei Ying does, but he knows that would look suspicious. It wasn't something that his soulmate needed. So, he stays within the Jingshi for a while and meditates for as long as he can (despite the fact that this body barely stood it), and then eats. Around noon, or so, he heads out and spends time with the rabbits.

He was not doing well with this whole lack of nothing to do. If anything? It was driving him crazy. Eventually, however, he finds himself in the library and trying to figure out how to fix this.

Better time? He doubts it. He would prefer his meetings over this. Now? As long as no one said anything they shouldn't, he'd be fine. Especially when he lacked a golden core at the moment and it wouldn't do to collapse over something he had no control over.

He's reached the very limits of his patience by the time the final meeting with the last sect leader is over. No wonder Lan Zhan is usually more than willing to fuck him into the nearest solid surface when he's finished with his meeting. Something to take out all that frustration and pent-up outrage on would be rather nice right about now.

He feels agitated and restless, but for once it doesn't stir up any resentful energy. It's just...emotion. Nothing to ramp it up. So, he goes in search of his husband. Finding him in the library, he quickly takes note of the fact that they're both alone here for now and drops the stoic look he's been wearing for what feels like forever.

"I don't know how you do this. My temperament simply isn't suited for it." He mutters as he comes up long behind Wei Wuxian's body.

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Now? Wei Ying knew exactly how he felt during the day. Though, he tended to deal with the sect leaders with far more patience. That didn't, however, mean that his patience didn't wear thin by the end of it. Probably why he didn't have too much problem with his husband messaging him during said meetings. It was a bit of a reprieve no matter how much it annoyed him. Something that distracted his mind, at least for a little bit.

"Mn. Your temperament isn't suited for my meetings and I am not suited to doing nothing," He points out. It was driving him absolutely crazy. One of the reasons that he'd come to the library. Though, he does give a soft frown and shakes his head, feeling his husband behind him.

That stoic expression gets a half smile out of him," Wei Ying will be fine." Maybe. Possibly. It depended on how long they were stuck like this.

He throws his arm casually around Lan Zhan's(in Wei Wuxian's body) shoulders. A strange sight if anyone were to enter the library, but it's only for a moment before he pulls back. Smiling far too much, but only in his soulmate's presence. He can't help laughing softly, shaking his head. "I never said that I do nothing. You've been going about this all wrong, Lan Zhan."

He plucks whatever book that happens to be open or in his hands and brings it up to scan the pages. Something about curses and swapping souls. Wrinkling his nose, he hands it back. "I told you, I do whatever I want. Sometimes I talk with the junior disciples. Other times I work on my talismans. I've even been trying meditation to grow the golden core of this body."

It was actually kind of weird, very weird, to have those arms around his shoulders. Especially when he knows that it's Wei Ying in his body and not himself wrapping arms around his husband. "Mn. If Wei Ying says so." No one questioned anything that he did, so something had to have been done right, or wrong. There was no telling.

"Wei Ying." Do not just randomly grab the book from him like that. Not that it's the first time his zhiji has done so, but that wasn't the point. "Do you want the Juniors to know that you are not in your right body?" He counters. "They are observant, they would notice." Talismans, unlike his husband, were not his forte. "This body does not like meditation." Thee's almost a hint of amusement there. Almost.

Everything is a bit weird. He's still trying to adjust to the fact that Lan Zhan is in his body and vice versa. It's downright bizarre, but at least he knows that he looks good from every possible angle (he's looked - twice). He purposefully mimics his lover's iconic 'hm.' of agreement. It's hard not to laugh when Lan Zhan mentions his body's restless nature.

"Resentful energy can make for a difficult time when it comes to focusing." He shakes his head. He has a theory that Mo Xuanyu moved about too much as a child and thus failed to properly cultivate a decent golden core.

"No one has noticed. I've barely spoken a word the entire day. In fact, these are my first full sentences." It isn't, but he does love to tease mercilessly whenever he gets a chance.

Everything was a bit weird. That? He would agree with. Though, he could very well get this body used to a lot of things, if his husband wasn't careful. Meditation, tea, and who knows what else. The restlessness wasn't just solely the body, but it was a good part of it. He, himself, is used to having SO much to do within a day, this was weird.

"Mn. Resentful energy tries to harm the focus. I do not think it likes me overly much." Not with how he was and, yes, this was his husband's body, but that did not mean he would allow his focus to lack. Much less over something important.

He raises a brow at the words," One does not lie in Cloud Recesses, Wei Ying."

"You're a beacon of light no matter body you're in. It's no wonder the resentful energy doesn't like you. There's nothing for it to dig into." Oh no, what will he do if Lan Zhan gets his body used to something other than wine and spicy food? It would be a terrible shame to have such healthy lifestyle choices already in place.

"Mm, so do you think this curse has a time limit or do we have to find a way to break it?" Completely ignoring Lan Zhan scolding him for lying. His soulmate knows him far too well.

"I'm thinking there are some clues me missed during the exorcism. Maybe we should travel back to where we hunted?"

"It also does not like me for other reasons," Lan Zhan states simply. After all, he knows that his husband was trying to strengthen the golden core in this body. In order to strengthen the golden core, it would push at the resentful energy to shove it out. Which might make him sick and he can't remember a time he's ever been sick. Not even sitting out in the cold waiting for doors that would never open when he was little.

His book is retrieved once more and he gives a soft hum," I believe there is a time limit to this curse." He doubts, unfortunately, that there is truly a way to break it. They are stuck as they are until the curse wears off. Just how long that would be... well, there was no telling.

"Grab Bichen and we will go."

Wei Wuxian clears his throat and gestures towards Bichen, sheathed at his side just like Lan Zhan keeps his sword. It's a bit odd, getting used to walking around with a sword again, but like many other recent developments - he takes it all in stride.

"Bichen is with me. Ah, but it would be irresponsible of us to leave without notice. I'll leave word with one of the disciples. Another night hunt. " He's thinking like his husband. The Yiling patriarch can come and go as he pleases, but Lan Zhan always leaves word where he's going.

"Meet me outside?" While no one is here to watch, he reaches out to hold his soulmate's hand, squeezing gently and raising their joined hands to kiss before pulling away to resume his stoic mimicry. Leaving the room, presumably to let the others know.

There were days that Lan Wangji kept his sword at his side or on his back. Some days he even left Bichen at home, but that hardly ever happened. He felt more at peace having his sword at his side than anywhere else. Knowing that he could help, wherever needed, at any moment.

"This one only leaves word with Xichen or Sizhui." He did not talk to many of the other Lan disciples, not if he could help it. Jingyi was another he spoke with, but that was neither here nor there. If it was one he taught or helped, then they would get told. Even if he's sure Cloud Recesses doesn't like their acting sect leader going anywhere.

He gives a half smile to the kiss of his hand and watches his husband leave the library, then shuts the book he'd been looking through, and putting it away. Once it was put up he grabs Chenqing (which was still weird to him) and heads outside to wait for Wei Ying.

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