[(wwx voice) alright we duel at dawn no takebacksies
After the peach is out of his fingers, he turns his hand over so he can stroke his knuckles over Lan Wangji's cheek, soft and fond and full of tender adoration. When he pulls back after peppering kisses across his forehead and the other cheek, he same fondness is reflected in his expression. Literally just keywords, this fucker is so dang smitten.
He knows - thinks he knows, hopes he knows - the answer to his question already. Still, his stomach butterflies with nerves even through the surety when he opens his mouth again.]
I want to tie a red string with you, Lan Zhan. [...] That is to say - you're the only one I want to be tied to.
[STOP he would lose and die unless it was just violent flirting
God though this is the worst. Lan Wangji tilts his face into the touch, looking at Wei Wuxian with nothing but soft adoration in his eyes. HE REALLY WOULDN'T HAVE CARED even if Wei Wuxian put his stupid sticky fingers right on his face. He doesn't close his eyes at the kisses, though he holds obediently still, more than content to indulge Wei Wuxian when it's clear he's uncharacteristically nervous.
Which is silly, because Wei Wuxian does know the answer. He hardly even has to ask the question. Lan Wangji leans back just enough to smile at him--a small one, as they always are, but one that he doesn't show anyone but Wei Wuxian. There is no shock on his face. He looks as if he would've been perfectly happy waiting for another hundred, another thousand years, for Wei Wuxian to decide he might want this.
He lifts his free hand to rest it over Wei Wuxian's, threading their fingers together; he's surprised to find his own trembling, just a little. Even if this was something they'd both very clearly wanted, it's different, he finds, hearing Wei Wuxian speak it into reality. It isn't relief, because he hadn't been doubtful or afraid--it is, perhaps, nothing more than the overwhelming weight of his own emotions.
He'd thought he couldn't love Wei Wuxian more than he already did. He's finding, now, that he was wrong.]
Only you. [As if that could possibly be unclear. But still. If Wei Wuxian can say it out loud, so can he.] Yes, Wei Ying. I want to.
[They're communicating too clearly, this is why they all get hit with meteors]
[i mean, aren't all fights just violent flirting in the end!! it's fine it's fine
They really are just hell though. They are absolutely the reason meteors came crashing down to destroy their collective lives, wow. He gives Lan Wangji's hand a little squeeze before pulling it to his lips so he can gently kiss his knuckles like the gushy sap he is. His chest feels like it could burst with the overwhelming affection it contains, building ever higher any time his love is reaffirmed. Despite having tucked them away with care, his feathers fluff out a little, reacting to the joy that dances in his eyes as he looks over Lan Wangji's face and finds only love reflected back.
He wonders often how he managed to get so lucky.]
For better or worse, in best and worst of times, hm? [RANDY YOUR MARRIAGE.] Do you want to do the ritual now, then? Or save it for after you've had a little more to eat?
[His tone is light and lilting, teasing, because the most nervewracking part is out of the way. The only thing left now is to actually tie the knot, and with undeniable confirmation that Lan Wangji wants this future with him, he's not feeling hurried about when they make it happen.]
Not for the first time, he's overcome with how much he wants to do, all at once. He wants to smooth his hands over Wei Wuxian's feathers for hours and revel in their beauty; he wants to crush Wei Wuxian to him and never let go, but he thinks, too, that he would be content to stay just like this, looking into Wei Wuxian's eyes, for the rest of time.]
Always. No matter what. [It's not a light promise to make, for beings like them. The flow of time is so different when there is no end in sight--but even with that, there is no hesitation in his voice.
Before Wei Wuxian came into his life, he couldn't imagine wanting companionship with anyone but his family. Loneliness was not something he'd ever felt, because he hadn't ever known the difference. Now, he can hardly stand the days they spend apart.
He has no interest in any future without Wei Wuxian beside him.
It's not a difficult question, though--he answers almost before Wei Wuxian's even done asking.]
Now. [A pause, tinged with embarrassment, but only a little. THAT WAS PROBABLY TOO FAST but listen, he knows what he wants!!] If Wei Ying wants to.
[The longer they wait, the less self-control he'll have, and while he's perfectly happy to complete the ritual no matter how they look or what their surroundings are, Wei Wuxian did go through all this effort to set the scene. He wants to show his appreciation for it, before they get, y'know. Distracted.]
[i hate this and i also hate them and i really hate that wei wuxian will definitely do everything in his power to snap lan wangji's flimsy self-restraint as soon as they're done with this RANDY YOUR FOOD!!! YOU FUCKS.
But for now, he just leans in to press a chaste kiss to Lan Wangji's lips, reveling in the softness of the moment and the feel of his skin.]
You're so good to me, Lan Zhan. I'm so glad that it's you.
[That it was Lan Wangji he fell for what feels like a thousand years ago, back when he fuckin mowed him down with his boat and then spent so much of his time trying to teach him how to survive even the simplest of river currents. He hadn't been able to immediately identify what about Lan Wangji set him apart from the rest, made him so fun to tease and spend time with - but looking back on it, he thinks himself near-blind for having mistaken his affections for anything else.
He pulls Lan Wangji's hand to his mouth again, gently kissing the tip of his pinky. Are there many ways to bind through a red string? Maybe! Do we know how it's done? Nah this shit's a mystery. But in this particular case, he'll raise his own pinky toward Lan Wangji. From a case carefully tucked away in his robes, he extracts a slender needle that shines like a pearl in the lantern light.]
[HERE WE ARE, full of hate and flying by the seat of our pants just to make sure wangxian keep theirs on for ten goddamn seconds. I hate this life.
It doesn't particularly matter what the ritual entails, though. Lan Wangji would gladly do anything for this man, with his soft heart and his bright smile.
Shinobu is right about one thing--Wei Wuxian is dangerous for him. But it's only because Lan Wangji's devotion to him has no limits. Wei Wuxian would never ask him for more than he wanted to give, but it hardly even matters, because there's nothing Lan Wangji wouldn't freely offer him.
He'd been thoroughly startled by the vehemence of his own emotions, back in the beginning. He hates to think about where they'd be, if he'd let that fear consume him--but he hadn't, and they're here, and Lan Wangji doesn't have to think about anything but how beautiful Wei Wuxian looks in the candlelight.
Wordlessly, he moves his hand, curling his pinky finger around the one Wei Wuxian has extended. Then, he meets Wei Wuxian's gaze, and nods, just once.
[i hate you more every time you tag with things like that I'M IN TEARS
I HATE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR ACTUALLY. Lan Wangji has no limits when it comes to Wei Wuxian just as Wei Wuxian would set the world spinning on its opposite axis if Lan Wangji wished for it. Truly, two big fat ol' saps.
He takes a moment to let his gaze linger on their locked pinkies and then looks up and over to Lan Wangji's face. It sweeps from his eyes to his cheekbones, down the side to his mouth and chin before bouncing back up. Terrible, how much he loves every inch of the man sat before him.]
Spare me some forgiveness, kind sir.
[Said softly, but still openly teasing, as he gently pricks Lan Wangji's pinky with the needle. It's just enough for a small drop - nothing more. Then, he flips it around and holds the dulled end out.]
And neither can I, which is why Wei Wuxian's words make Lan Wangji smile. How long ago was it that Wei Wuxian said exactly the same thing to a total stranger, laughter on his face as they lay, soaking wet, side by side on the riverbank?
Lan Wangji still remembers the way his waspish no had startled laughter out of Wei Wuxian, the way he'd been, absurdly, less concerned about his near-drowning and more embarrassed by how undignified he must've looked. How angry he'd been at himself, back when he hadn't understood why he cared.
They've come so, so far.
He can't help himself. When he leans in to take the needle, he presses their lips together, a wordlessI love you and sorry and distraction all at once. He doesn't break the kiss as he copies the motion, pricking Wei Wuxian's finger in return. Only when he's done does he lean back, untangling their hands to press their pinkies together.]
[i hate this and how stupid they are. TRULY THEY ARE STUPID. Started from a boat crash now they're here.
He's all too happy to indulge in the distraction, that said, being the no braincells idiot in love that he is. He chases after Lan Wangji's mouth even when he pulls away, always and forever greedy for more kisses, and is only stopped by the rippling sensation of connection that strums through his body like strings on a guqin when the blood brought forth by the ritual needle intermingles.
It's both a physical sensation and an emotional one, this connection. He feels it thrum into the marrow of his bones, anchoring itself like a tether to the very center of his being, and he shivers and tucks himself against Lan Wangji as though chilled. The sound he makes is both pleased and comforted, though, and he's warm to the touch. It's delightful - it's warm and pleasant, like being swaddled. He's always known himself to be safe in Lan Wangji's arms, but it feels so tangible and solid right now that it very nearly brings him to tears.
Quietly, near the shell of Lan Wangji's ear:] Lan Zhan ah, my Lan Zhan, I love you so much.
["Started from a boat crash and now they're here" should be written on their joint tombstone when they get taken out by the meteor.
But of course Lan Wangji pulls him close, even as the magic of the ritual ripples through his body like a shockwave. He's always understood the appeal of the ritual, but before Wei Wuxian, he'd never imagined actually completing it with anyone. Now, when the aftermath leaves a white-hot feeling in his chest, all he can do is wrap his arms around Wei Wuxian, bury his fingers amidst his feathers, and try to hold on.
Wei Wuxian chose him, for this. All the people in the world, and somehow, Wei Wuxian chose him. Lan Wangji would sooner die than make him ever regret this trust. He's never been so sure of anything in his life.
Before he can stop himself, he buries his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian's neck, biting down as gently as he can manage while he's this overwhelmed. (That is, not very.) It doesn't accomplish much, besides giving him a place to mumble all his feelings, which is exactly what he does as he tips them both backwards onto the cushions.]
Love you... Wei Ying, only Wei Ying, always...
[welp there they go come back later MAYBE THEY'LL BE DONE IN TIME TO EAT ALL THIS DAMN FRUIT]
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After the peach is out of his fingers, he turns his hand over so he can stroke his knuckles over Lan Wangji's cheek, soft and fond and full of tender adoration. When he pulls back after peppering kisses across his forehead and the other cheek, he same fondness is reflected in his expression. Literally just keywords, this fucker is so dang smitten.
He knows - thinks he knows, hopes he knows - the answer to his question already. Still, his stomach butterflies with nerves even through the surety when he opens his mouth again.]
I want to tie a red string with you, Lan Zhan. [...] That is to say - you're the only one I want to be tied to.
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God though this is the worst. Lan Wangji tilts his face into the touch, looking at Wei Wuxian with nothing but soft adoration in his eyes. HE REALLY WOULDN'T HAVE CARED even if Wei Wuxian put his stupid sticky fingers right on his face. He doesn't close his eyes at the kisses, though he holds obediently still, more than content to indulge Wei Wuxian when it's clear he's uncharacteristically nervous.
Which is silly, because Wei Wuxian does know the answer. He hardly even has to ask the question. Lan Wangji leans back just enough to smile at him--a small one, as they always are, but one that he doesn't show anyone but Wei Wuxian. There is no shock on his face. He looks as if he would've been perfectly happy waiting for another hundred, another thousand years, for Wei Wuxian to decide he might want this.
He lifts his free hand to rest it over Wei Wuxian's, threading their fingers together; he's surprised to find his own trembling, just a little. Even if this was something they'd both very clearly wanted, it's different, he finds, hearing Wei Wuxian speak it into reality. It isn't relief, because he hadn't been doubtful or afraid--it is, perhaps, nothing more than the overwhelming weight of his own emotions.
He'd thought he couldn't love Wei Wuxian more than he already did. He's finding, now, that he was wrong.]
Only you. [As if that could possibly be unclear. But still. If Wei Wuxian can say it out loud, so can he.] Yes, Wei Ying. I want to.
[They're communicating too clearly, this is why they all get hit with meteors]
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They really are just hell though. They are absolutely the reason meteors came crashing down to destroy their collective lives, wow. He gives Lan Wangji's hand a little squeeze before pulling it to his lips so he can gently kiss his knuckles like the gushy sap he is. His chest feels like it could burst with the overwhelming affection it contains, building ever higher any time his love is reaffirmed. Despite having tucked them away with care, his feathers fluff out a little, reacting to the joy that dances in his eyes as he looks over Lan Wangji's face and finds only love reflected back.
He wonders often how he managed to get so lucky.]
For better or worse, in best and worst of times, hm? [RANDY YOUR MARRIAGE.] Do you want to do the ritual now, then? Or save it for after you've had a little more to eat?
[His tone is light and lilting, teasing, because the most nervewracking part is out of the way. The only thing left now is to actually tie the knot, and with undeniable confirmation that Lan Wangji wants this future with him, he's not feeling hurried about when they make it happen.]
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Not for the first time, he's overcome with how much he wants to do, all at once. He wants to smooth his hands over Wei Wuxian's feathers for hours and revel in their beauty; he wants to crush Wei Wuxian to him and never let go, but he thinks, too, that he would be content to stay just like this, looking into Wei Wuxian's eyes, for the rest of time.]
Always. No matter what. [It's not a light promise to make, for beings like them. The flow of time is so different when there is no end in sight--but even with that, there is no hesitation in his voice.
Before Wei Wuxian came into his life, he couldn't imagine wanting companionship with anyone but his family. Loneliness was not something he'd ever felt, because he hadn't ever known the difference. Now, he can hardly stand the days they spend apart.
He has no interest in any future without Wei Wuxian beside him.
It's not a difficult question, though--he answers almost before Wei Wuxian's even done asking.]
Now. [A pause, tinged with embarrassment, but only a little. THAT WAS PROBABLY TOO FAST but listen, he knows what he wants!!] If Wei Ying wants to.
[The longer they wait, the less self-control he'll have, and while he's perfectly happy to complete the ritual no matter how they look or what their surroundings are, Wei Wuxian did go through all this effort to set the scene. He wants to show his appreciation for it, before they get, y'know. Distracted.]
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But for now, he just leans in to press a chaste kiss to Lan Wangji's lips, reveling in the softness of the moment and the feel of his skin.]
You're so good to me, Lan Zhan. I'm so glad that it's you.
[That it was Lan Wangji he fell for what feels like a thousand years ago, back when he fuckin mowed him down with his boat and then spent so much of his time trying to teach him how to survive even the simplest of river currents. He hadn't been able to immediately identify what about Lan Wangji set him apart from the rest, made him so fun to tease and spend time with - but looking back on it, he thinks himself near-blind for having mistaken his affections for anything else.
He pulls Lan Wangji's hand to his mouth again, gently kissing the tip of his pinky. Are there many ways to bind through a red string? Maybe! Do we know how it's done? Nah this shit's a mystery. But in this particular case, he'll raise his own pinky toward Lan Wangji. From a case carefully tucked away in his robes, he extracts a slender needle that shines like a pearl in the lantern light.]
A drop of blood from us each should be enough.
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It doesn't particularly matter what the ritual entails, though. Lan Wangji would gladly do anything for this man, with his soft heart and his bright smile.
Shinobu is right about one thing--Wei Wuxian is dangerous for him. But it's only because Lan Wangji's devotion to him has no limits. Wei Wuxian would never ask him for more than he wanted to give, but it hardly even matters, because there's nothing Lan Wangji wouldn't freely offer him.
He'd been thoroughly startled by the vehemence of his own emotions, back in the beginning. He hates to think about where they'd be, if he'd let that fear consume him--but he hadn't, and they're here, and Lan Wangji doesn't have to think about anything but how beautiful Wei Wuxian looks in the candlelight.
Wordlessly, he moves his hand, curling his pinky finger around the one Wei Wuxian has extended. Then, he meets Wei Wuxian's gaze, and nods, just once.
He's ready.]
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I HATE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR ACTUALLY. Lan Wangji has no limits when it comes to Wei Wuxian just as Wei Wuxian would set the world spinning on its opposite axis if Lan Wangji wished for it. Truly, two big fat ol' saps.
He takes a moment to let his gaze linger on their locked pinkies and then looks up and over to Lan Wangji's face. It sweeps from his eyes to his cheekbones, down the side to his mouth and chin before bouncing back up. Terrible, how much he loves every inch of the man sat before him.]
Spare me some forgiveness, kind sir.
[Said softly, but still openly teasing, as he gently pricks Lan Wangji's pinky with the needle. It's just enough for a small drop - nothing more. Then, he flips it around and holds the dulled end out.]
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And neither can I, which is why Wei Wuxian's words make Lan Wangji smile. How long ago was it that Wei Wuxian said exactly the same thing to a total stranger, laughter on his face as they lay, soaking wet, side by side on the riverbank?
Lan Wangji still remembers the way his waspish no had startled laughter out of Wei Wuxian, the way he'd been, absurdly, less concerned about his near-drowning and more embarrassed by how undignified he must've looked. How angry he'd been at himself, back when he hadn't understood why he cared.
They've come so, so far.
He can't help himself. When he leans in to take the needle, he presses their lips together, a wordlessI love you and sorry and distraction all at once. He doesn't break the kiss as he copies the motion, pricking Wei Wuxian's finger in return. Only when he's done does he lean back, untangling their hands to press their pinkies together.]
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He's all too happy to indulge in the distraction, that said, being the no braincells idiot in love that he is. He chases after Lan Wangji's mouth even when he pulls away, always and forever greedy for more kisses, and is only stopped by the rippling sensation of connection that strums through his body like strings on a guqin when the blood brought forth by the ritual needle intermingles.
It's both a physical sensation and an emotional one, this connection. He feels it thrum into the marrow of his bones, anchoring itself like a tether to the very center of his being, and he shivers and tucks himself against Lan Wangji as though chilled. The sound he makes is both pleased and comforted, though, and he's warm to the touch. It's delightful - it's warm and pleasant, like being swaddled. He's always known himself to be safe in Lan Wangji's arms, but it feels so tangible and solid right now that it very nearly brings him to tears.
Quietly, near the shell of Lan Wangji's ear:] Lan Zhan ah, my Lan Zhan, I love you so much.
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But of course Lan Wangji pulls him close, even as the magic of the ritual ripples through his body like a shockwave. He's always understood the appeal of the ritual, but before Wei Wuxian, he'd never imagined actually completing it with anyone. Now, when the aftermath leaves a white-hot feeling in his chest, all he can do is wrap his arms around Wei Wuxian, bury his fingers amidst his feathers, and try to hold on.
Wei Wuxian chose him, for this. All the people in the world, and somehow, Wei Wuxian chose him. Lan Wangji would sooner die than make him ever regret this trust. He's never been so sure of anything in his life.
Before he can stop himself, he buries his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian's neck, biting down as gently as he can manage while he's this overwhelmed. (That is, not very.) It doesn't accomplish much, besides giving him a place to mumble all his feelings, which is exactly what he does as he tips them both backwards onto the cushions.]
Love you... Wei Ying, only Wei Ying, always...
[welp there they go come back later MAYBE THEY'LL BE DONE IN TIME TO EAT ALL THIS DAMN FRUIT]