#SoftWangxianWednesday
Wei Wuxian sits in the inn in Cayi that he and Lan Zhan tend to frequent.
But this time he is alone.
A couple of jars of Emperor's Smile before him are already empty with no other food in sight.
The innkeeper takes pity on him and brings two more.
Wei Wuxian removes the seal and not even bothering to pour it into a cup, downs the strong liquor in one, spilling most of it on his clothes and chin.
He then slams the jar down on the table and looks outside the window.
He then slams the jar down on the table and looks outside the window.
The evening is dark and rather chilly for such late spring. The colourful lanterns mirror in the canal and the breeze brings the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms from somewhere nearby.
But the breeze is also cold, making Wei Wuxian who sits next to the open window shudder.
But the breeze is also cold, making Wei Wuxian who sits next to the open window shudder.
Or maybe it is more than just wind. Maybe the cold that has a grasp on his heart and which he tries so desperately to warm with a jar of Emperor's Smile is entirely because of something else.
He and Lan Zhan had a fight this morning.
He and Lan Zhan had a fight this morning.
It was really nothing major.
Wei Wuxian simply had a couple of bad days recently.
He's been working on a talisman that would help the juniors a lot during their Night Hunts.
But every time he thought he succeeded, something went wrong. And he couldn't figure out what.
Wei Wuxian simply had a couple of bad days recently.
He's been working on a talisman that would help the juniors a lot during their Night Hunts.
But every time he thought he succeeded, something went wrong. And he couldn't figure out what.
So perhaps he put too much effort into it, got carried away, forgetting to sleep and eat in his hyper fixation. Thus upsetting his dear husband.
But this was also a difficult time for Lan Zhan.
But this was also a difficult time for Lan Zhan.
While Wei Wuxian cared very little about things like dates and anniversaries of his previous life, Lan Zhan remembered everything.
Wei Wuxian's death anniversary was just a few days away and every year Lan Zhan tended to get a little overprotective.
Wei Wuxian's death anniversary was just a few days away and every year Lan Zhan tended to get a little overprotective.
So this morning when Lan Zhan told him he should stop and take care of himself, Wei Wuxian blew up.
They argued and said some things they didn't mean to and Wei Wuxian walked out of Jingshi, heading straight to Caiyi.
They argued and said some things they didn't mean to and Wei Wuxian walked out of Jingshi, heading straight to Caiyi.
And now he is sitting here, tears in his eyes, moping over Emperor's Smile like a broken-hearted maiden.
His anger has long run out and now he finds missing his husband so much it hurts.
Wei Wuxian wipes away his tears and grabs the jar again taking a chug.
His anger has long run out and now he finds missing his husband so much it hurts.
Wei Wuxian wipes away his tears and grabs the jar again taking a chug.
"Stupid Lan Zhan," he mumbles to himself but there's no heat in his voice. "Who does he think he is?"
And stupid him. Sitting here and crying when he could just go home and apologise.
But his temper does not allow it. And maybe Lan Zhan doesn't want to see him anymore anyway.
And stupid him. Sitting here and crying when he could just go home and apologise.
But his temper does not allow it. And maybe Lan Zhan doesn't want to see him anymore anyway.
Wei Wuxian swallows a sob and places his head on the table with a thud.
He begins to feel dizzy from the alcohol. But the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest he gets when he drinks is still absent. No matter how many jars he empties.
He begins to feel dizzy from the alcohol. But the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest he gets when he drinks is still absent. No matter how many jars he empties.
He almost falls asleep when suddenly very tender fingertips begin to brush against his cheek.
"Wei Ying," a deep and low voice reaches his brain ā warm and velvety like a blanket on a cold autumn night.
"Wei Ying," a deep and low voice reaches his brain ā warm and velvety like a blanket on a cold autumn night.
He opens his silver eyes and lifts his head halfway from the table.
Blinking a few times, he finds Lan Zhan standing in front of him, his snow-white robes shimmering brignt in the candlelight like a winter moon.
"Lan Zhan," he croaks out, his voice rough from the liquor.
Blinking a few times, he finds Lan Zhan standing in front of him, his snow-white robes shimmering brignt in the candlelight like a winter moon.
"Lan Zhan," he croaks out, his voice rough from the liquor.
"Wei Ying, Iā" Lan Wangji begins but Wei Wuxian shoots up from the table.
He intends to leave. Even if every part of him aches to throw himself into Wangji's arms.
But the liquor has taken effect, making his legs funny and he staggers forward, nearly landing on his face.
He intends to leave. Even if every part of him aches to throw himself into Wangji's arms.
But the liquor has taken effect, making his legs funny and he staggers forward, nearly landing on his face.
Before he and the floor can get closely acquianted, two strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him back up.
Oh, it feels so good. So good to be held by Lan Zhan. He missed it. Missed it so much. He has never been deprived of Lan Zhan's arms, lips and his touch for so long.
Oh, it feels so good. So good to be held by Lan Zhan. He missed it. Missed it so much. He has never been deprived of Lan Zhan's arms, lips and his touch for so long.
But Wei Wuxian has some pride left. He fights out of Lan Wangji's arms and takes a step back, adamant to stand his ground this time.
"What do you want?" he asks, swaying just a little.
Lan Wangji's shoulders are tense ā he's clearly worried that Wei Wuxian will fall again.
"What do you want?" he asks, swaying just a little.
Lan Wangji's shoulders are tense ā he's clearly worried that Wei Wuxian will fall again.
"Wei Ying, you're drunk," he points out.
"So?" the word comes out harsher than he had intended.
"Let me take you to bed," Lan Wangji moves closer, his fingers wrapping around Wei Wuxian's wrist.
Wei Wuxian tries to break free but fails miserably in his resistance.
"So?" the word comes out harsher than he had intended.
"Let me take you to bed," Lan Wangji moves closer, his fingers wrapping around Wei Wuxian's wrist.
Wei Wuxian tries to break free but fails miserably in his resistance.
"I'm not sleeping with you, Lan Zhan," he replies. "And I can take care of myself."
Lan Wangji releases a heavy sigh.
At that moment the innkeeper rushes over, bowing fast and low several times.
"Lan gonzi," he begins. "Is there anything I can do?"
Lan Wangji releases a heavy sigh.
At that moment the innkeeper rushes over, bowing fast and low several times.
"Lan gonzi," he begins. "Is there anything I can do?"
The couple was well known in the town and the inn. And so were their shenanigans. More precisely, the shenanigans of Wei Wuxian.
And yet, quite a few curious eyes were now watching them.
"Yes," Lan Zhan replies at last. "We'll take two rooms."
And yet, quite a few curious eyes were now watching them.
"Yes," Lan Zhan replies at last. "We'll take two rooms."
"Two?" the innkeeper fails to hide the surprise in his voice.
Two.
The word makes Wei Wuxian flinch and for a second he looks absolutely devastated. Lan Zhan didn't want him anymore.
But then his expression hardens again.
Two.
The word makes Wei Wuxian flinch and for a second he looks absolutely devastated. Lan Zhan didn't want him anymore.
But then his expression hardens again.
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