[ Wei Ying doesn't have to change. Not to keep Wangji with him. Even if were they not soulmates, Wangji is aware he'd still be drawn to this man.
He waits patiently silent for Wei Ying to think, to remember their promises. It doesn't matter how long it takes. And eventually, he hears the result. How Wei Ying's tone shifts and seems to relax. How Wei Ying smiles and Wangji doesn't even have to look to know it.
The warmth of that tone is enough to warm him, better than the fire flickering close by. Better, even, than being so aware of how close they sit. ]
Mm.
[ Quiet agreement as his gaze also falls to the flames. There's almost a peaceful look to his serious expression now. ]
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. )
[ It's something they both must learn together. How to stand together. To lean on each other regardless of what happens around them.
Wangji is used to being judged and watched and yes, even insulted for sticking so tightly to rules. He is sheltered and has known very little outside of Gusu. He'd learned through necessity how to hide his emotions. To keep others from realizing how much certain things bother him. He uses it to show others how he feels they should act as well, and really it seems to work fairly well.
And then he'd met Wei Ying, and cracks appear. But he also accepts those cracks, the more time spent with him. And now, it feels like those cracks are meant to be there, because they represent Wei Ying.
Pain matters little, now. He lets his eyes close, still not looking at his soulmate beside him. Even when he feels Wei Ying shift closer and then...! He tenses slightly, startled when he feels the other's head come to rest on his shoulder, that body settling against his side.
He'd shove most people away for such daring. But gradually he relaxes. This is just something Wei Ying does. And it's...warm. He stays put, not budging. Not pulling away. Silently, serenely, accepting the weight against his side and shoulder. Eventually his cheek comes to rest against the top of Wei Ying's as he slips into a meditative sleep. ]
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...Time is a figment of the imagination because wtf self, 2 MONTHS?!
He waits patiently silent for Wei Ying to think, to remember their promises. It doesn't matter how long it takes. And eventually, he hears the result. How Wei Ying's tone shifts and seems to relax. How Wei Ying smiles and Wangji doesn't even have to look to know it.
The warmth of that tone is enough to warm him, better than the fire flickering close by. Better, even, than being so aware of how close they sit. ]
Mm.
[ Quiet agreement as his gaze also falls to the flames. There's almost a peaceful look to his serious expression now. ]
Stand together.
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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. )
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Wangji is used to being judged and watched and yes, even insulted for sticking so tightly to rules. He is sheltered and has known very little outside of Gusu. He'd learned through necessity how to hide his emotions. To keep others from realizing how much certain things bother him. He uses it to show others how he feels they should act as well, and really it seems to work fairly well.
And then he'd met Wei Ying, and cracks appear. But he also accepts those cracks, the more time spent with him. And now, it feels like those cracks are meant to be there, because they represent Wei Ying.
Pain matters little, now. He lets his eyes close, still not looking at his soulmate beside him. Even when he feels Wei Ying shift closer and then...! He tenses slightly, startled when he feels the other's head come to rest on his shoulder, that body settling against his side.
He'd shove most people away for such daring. But gradually he relaxes. This is just something Wei Ying does. And it's...warm. He stays put, not budging. Not pulling away. Silently, serenely, accepting the weight against his side and shoulder. Eventually his cheek comes to rest against the top of Wei Ying's as he slips into a meditative sleep. ]