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Lan Wangji (蓝忘机) ([personal profile] lightbearinglord) wrote2024-03-08 08:16 am

[ open post: Lan Wangji and guests ]

In the wake of his disorienting and unpleasant stint in Gu Xiang's body, Lan Wangji has done his utmost to resume and enjoy all of his usual pursuits. He has, he believes, thoroughly made up for his lapse in his promise to Wei Ying. He has wielded kitchen knives, his ink brush, and Bichen with precision and enthusiasm. He has sunk into long, restorative shichen of meditation. He has, at Claudius' behest, thoroughly perused Emily Post's instructions regarding how to conduct oneself as the best man at a wedding.

There is the matter of his qin, too. The discovery of the spirit in Gideon's sword struck Lan Wangji with greater surprise than he might have expected. Such things were once commonplace for him; he hardly went two weeks, before he came to this place, without finding himself called to some night-hunt. He does not like to believe that he could become complacent, and he has always practiced diligently, but still.

The tableau is a familiar one: a certain parlor near the entryway of the mansion, one that often houses this particular cultivator along with his spiritual instrument. Wangji is balanced on a table at the center of the room, polished black wood gleaming and strings freshly tuned, and Lan Wangji sits cross-legged before it. He is not actually playing it at this precise moment, however, because he currently has guests. A small white rabbit sits next to the qin, munching his way through a piece of lettuce. An equally small brown rabbit is perched in the crook of Lan Wangji's elbow, eyeing his brother with some envy. Ostensibly, the rabbits are in trouble, because they have recently laid waste to Lan Wangji's copy of Emma. It is impossible to tell, because Lan Wangji is petting Danding's head with exactly as much solemn focus as always.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not surprised in the slightest." Carefully, he strokes between Danding's ears with two fingers. "What a man."
Edited 2024-03-14 03:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sagramore sits with the warmth of that love, so economically expressed and yet so obviously vast, for several long moments. "So guests get an exception to the rules?"
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs. "I see. The power of good connections."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"That wouldn't happen to have been your job, would it?"
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs. "That seems like an easy way to fall in love with someone, watching them make trouble."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you were used to rule followers and some dashing fellow came in and defied you and over and over you wound up together for his punishment -- Christ, it probably felt like flirting. It must have been maddening and delirious." He laughs. "I think I was someone else's Wei Wuxian from time to time."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I was horrible," laughing again. "I shouldn't even say was. I was such an impatient boy, and angry and stupid and looking for trouble. Not," he amends quickly, "that Wei Wuxian was angry or stupid. Just that I did like finding rules to flout."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Sagramore cocks his head in that doglike way, smiling.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-14 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
There's something deeply pleasing about listening to Lan Wangji talk about Wei Wuxian, with all the subtle tells for warmth that show up in his face and voice. For once, Sagramore doesn't say anything: he's waiting for Lan Wangji to continue.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-15 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
A soft laugh. "He must have made you mad."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-15 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"What made you realize you loved him?"
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-15 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The only time anyone has ever written a song about Sagramore it was Dinadan, and the song was very rude, which as it turns out is sufficient to make Sagramore feel very sentimental about the idea. His smile gets softer and fonder. "Did you?"
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-03-15 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm honored that you played it for me when I was a stranger."

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