Stand together, ( he echoes, quiet and resolute. wei ying isn't even entirely sure what that means, specifically - whether it encompasses only such matters as fighting for justice and the weak, or whether the esteemed lan wangji has truly resigned himself to standing beside wei ying in a more general sense as well.
he remembers a time when such a thing would've sounded awful, to have lan zhan around all the time. to live under his sharp and judgmental eye - but oh, it really isn't judgmental after all, is it? guarded, more like. perhaps even wary, because how many people watched for either of the twin jades of gusu lan to slip just fractionally out of their sense of poised decorum? compare that to how many people have ever shown lan zhan actual kindness. wei ying hasn't known him for terribly long, so perhaps he's mistaken altogether... but he does know that even he spent much of their first few weeks insulting the man, even when he tried to pay him a compliment.
he steals a glance at lan zhan now, just the tiniest glance in the corner of his eye, and he watches the firelight dance across the planes of his soulmate's face. he doesn't look pained by his leg anymore, or by the conversation wei ying dragged him into. in fact, this is perhaps the least bothered lan zhan has looked in as long as wei ying can remember.
it's perhaps that very fact that emboldens him to slide just slightly lower against the wall and let himself sink to rest against lan zhan's side, his temple settling on the man's shoulder. it's a bit less direct this way than if he had simply leaned, and their faces aren't quite so terribly close, which he hopes might convince lan zhan to allow it. )
no subject
he remembers a time when such a thing would've sounded awful, to have lan zhan around all the time. to live under his sharp and judgmental eye - but oh, it really isn't judgmental after all, is it? guarded, more like. perhaps even wary, because how many people watched for either of the twin jades of gusu lan to slip just fractionally out of their sense of poised decorum? compare that to how many people have ever shown lan zhan actual kindness. wei ying hasn't known him for terribly long, so perhaps he's mistaken altogether... but he does know that even he spent much of their first few weeks insulting the man, even when he tried to pay him a compliment.
he steals a glance at lan zhan now, just the tiniest glance in the corner of his eye, and he watches the firelight dance across the planes of his soulmate's face. he doesn't look pained by his leg anymore, or by the conversation wei ying dragged him into. in fact, this is perhaps the least bothered lan zhan has looked in as long as wei ying can remember.
it's perhaps that very fact that emboldens him to slide just slightly lower against the wall and let himself sink to rest against lan zhan's side, his temple settling on the man's shoulder. it's a bit less direct this way than if he had simply leaned, and their faces aren't quite so terribly close, which he hopes might convince lan zhan to allow it. )