( in any other circumstances, lan wangji would have called. met him somewhere, which he might still do, if sizhui can forgive his lack of vocal aptitude. cries and screams from his latest escapade have left his throat raw, his voice only a rasp, though now that he’s back, he fully intends on resuming his parental duties... even though he’s barely older than he is. there’s just so much that was left unsaid, and lan wangji can’t afford missed opportunities any longer. )
A-Yuan. ( he’ll learn to call him sizhui. he knows it’s the name he gave him, the name he’s always had in mind, a token of wei wuxian’s impact on his life. on his heart. just. give him a minute here, a son grown, a child he has to mourn. ) Forgive me. I did not mean to leave.
[ the timing was actually perfect. He had just learned that the quiet he had noticed wasn’t because of anything he had done but because of a....punishment. One he knew his father didn’t deserve.
But the timing has stopped the panic that had set in from the news. ]
There is nothing to forgive. Senior Wei just told me where you’ve been. I...
[ he worries his bottom lip because he isn’t sure how to...navigate this situation. Should he pull back a bit? Carry on as if there wasn’t a glaring timeline issue? In the end, though, Sizhui couldn’t just pretend he didn’t care as much as he really did. ]
[ It isn’t long before Sizhui makes his way to the library. His pace is quicker than usual and his heart is beating a touch too fast; worry, anxiousness, a bit of fear all stirring around inside of him.
The fear he pushes aside in favor of worry and when he enters the building, he frantically searches the room, the stacks and finally finds him. ]
( it’s his eyes, he thinks. genuine, warm. he looks at sizhui and easily sees a-yuan, the boy who clung to his leg, once upon a time. the boy whose nose reddened wet when lan wangji held him close in his bed, when a-yuan held his head with his tiny arms, even as lan wangji struggled not to sob, both mourning the same man. it’s what he is, now. a man, grown without him, but time is a fickle thing, and lan wangji still has so much to lose.
he rises to meet him, a bow of his head as his lips soften, relief in his eyes. ) Sizhui. ( he mouths more than he speaks, one arm poised behind his back. ) You wear the Gusulan attire with dignity. ( and a sliver of pride swells in his chest. )
[ Hanguang jun was always quieter than most but the strain in his voice made Sizhuis heart ache. What happened on that island? Why was he taken to it to begin with? How dare this Lucifer man...
Sizhui should have stopped politely. He should have been more composed. He knew that in the back of his mind but this...this wasn’t some meeting with the rest of the Clan. This wasn’t somewhere where it was mandatory.
He smiled faintly at the compliment but slid into a hug instead because ultimately this was his father. And he held him as such, burying his face in his shoulder. It didn’t even matter that they were so close to the same age right now...he takes a breath and his voice is soft. Worried. ]
( ...oh. touch, even if drastically more comfortable now, is still somewhat complicated. for one, it’s often linked to disaster, pains that take too long to ebb away, but sizhui’s hold feels oddly familiar. if lan wangji momentarily stiffens, his arms eventually wrap around him, an ounce of hesitation typically characteristic of a man who hasn’t known many embraces, a trifle awkward. his body’s only now learning how to tame the shapes of wei wuxian; his arms can surely learn the warmth of his own son. )
Ease your mind. My voice betrays no wound. ( physical, anyway, but hell is suffering. )
[ he doesn’t let go, however. Not yet. It’s new for lan Wangji but it’s a comfort for Sizhui. Knowing he is in one piece. That he is real and present.
He does slowly begin to relax against him. His eyes close and he takes a slow breath, calming his own worry before reluctantly releasing the other...
Moving away is not an option, though. His gaze travels over the others face, his throat, looking for trauma of any kind. Marks. But he frowns because the truth is worse than the physical. ]
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Date: 2020-09-02 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-02 11:14 pm (UTC)I hope you weren’t worried.
I heard that we will be switching into a different room here fairly soon.
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Date: 2020-09-02 11:23 pm (UTC)but this place...
anyway, i'm sure you'll get along with your new roommates. you're a good boy.
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Date: 2020-09-02 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-02 11:32 pm (UTC)he has been through a lot lately. it reminded me of the nature of this place. it isn't meant for gentle things.
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Date: 2020-09-02 11:45 pm (UTC)oh.
You don’t have to worry about me. 😌
You both took great care of me. I can handle this place. Or at the very least - adapt.
Is that what you were worried about?
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Date: 2020-09-02 11:58 pm (UTC)it's just...jin ling, if you have any questions, you can always come and ask me. i'm experienced in these things.
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Date: 2020-09-03 12:03 am (UTC)[ There is a pregnant pause and Sizhui wants to crawl into a cave. ]
He told you about the bath?!
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Date: 2020-09-03 12:20 am (UTC)[and then after realizing what he did:]
i meant sizhui! sorry, i was just thinking about how i should probably talk to him about-
wait, what about the bath??
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Date: 2020-09-03 07:01 pm (UTC)A-Yuan. ( he’ll learn to call him sizhui. he knows it’s the name he gave him, the name he’s always had in mind, a token of wei wuxian’s impact on his life. on his heart. just. give him a minute here, a son grown, a child he has to mourn. ) Forgive me. I did not mean to leave.
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Date: 2020-09-03 07:10 pm (UTC)But the timing has stopped the panic that had set in from the news. ]
There is nothing to forgive. Senior Wei just told me where you’ve been. I...
[ he worries his bottom lip because he isn’t sure how to...navigate this situation. Should he pull back a bit? Carry on as if there wasn’t a glaring timeline issue? In the end, though, Sizhui couldn’t just pretend he didn’t care as much as he really did. ]
Can I see you now? Make sure you’re okay?
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Date: 2020-09-03 07:25 pm (UTC)I have yet to fully recover my voice, but you are welcome to join me in the library.
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Date: 2020-09-03 07:29 pm (UTC)[ It isn’t long before Sizhui makes his way to the library. His pace is quicker than usual and his heart is beating a touch too fast; worry, anxiousness, a bit of fear all stirring around inside of him.
The fear he pushes aside in favor of worry and when he enters the building, he frantically searches the room, the stacks and finally finds him. ]
Hanguang jun!
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Date: 2020-09-04 02:36 am (UTC)he rises to meet him, a bow of his head as his lips soften, relief in his eyes. ) Sizhui. ( he mouths more than he speaks, one arm poised behind his back. ) You wear the Gusulan attire with dignity. ( and a sliver of pride swells in his chest. )
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Date: 2020-09-04 02:44 am (UTC)Sizhui should have stopped politely. He should have been more composed. He knew that in the back of his mind but this...this wasn’t some meeting with the rest of the Clan. This wasn’t somewhere where it was mandatory.
He smiled faintly at the compliment but slid into a hug instead because ultimately this was his father. And he held him as such, burying his face in his shoulder. It didn’t even matter that they were so close to the same age right now...he takes a breath and his voice is soft. Worried. ]
Are you hurt?
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Date: 2020-09-04 03:09 am (UTC)Ease your mind. My voice betrays no wound. ( physical, anyway, but hell is suffering. )
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Date: 2020-09-04 03:15 am (UTC)[ he doesn’t let go, however. Not yet. It’s new for lan Wangji but it’s a comfort for Sizhui. Knowing he is in one piece. That he is real and present.
He does slowly begin to relax against him. His eyes close and he takes a slow breath, calming his own worry before reluctantly releasing the other...
Moving away is not an option, though. His gaze travels over the others face, his throat, looking for trauma of any kind. Marks. But he frowns because the truth is worse than the physical. ]
It was mental torture?
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Date: 2020-11-09 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-11-09 06:49 pm (UTC)there's always room for one more. or two, if jin ling isn't feeling especially stubborn.
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Date: 2020-11-09 07:02 pm (UTC)Would that really be okay? I don’t want to intrude...
You could ask him yourself if you want to try. But he is very stubborn.
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Date: 2020-11-09 07:30 pm (UTC)just excuse me for a moment if i have to go and drag my nephew in.
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Date: 2020-11-09 11:44 pm (UTC)I do have some questions for you two...
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Date: 2020-11-10 04:54 pm (UTC)whatever it is, i'm sure i can draw from my experience and help you.
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Date: 2020-11-13 11:39 pm (UTC)I'm certain you can...though, I think Hanguang jun could better help me personally. You would be able to help Jin Ling.
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