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( he did always learn from the best. how to recognize the fire in his tempered heart. how to acknowledge its confines, follow them. how to be brave, sometimes bold. how to live up to his own expectations, and never lose sight of his own convictions.

how to make terrible, terrible jokes.

wei wuxian is a sight for sore eyes, a pang for stuttering beats. lan wangji doesn’t trust himself to breathe, not with him so close, already half-dizzy from his proximity. he is so desperately caught, his heart a metronome, and lan wangji inwardly bends to his tune, burning beneath his skin. his name is stuck somewhere between his lungs and his throat; he swallows past the dry lump there, mesmerized, barely blinking. wei ying. and lan wangji comes to life again.

his breath finally slips free as wei wuxian moves away, lan wangji’s gaze still fixed on him. he sways forward, towards him, anchored. he drifts with him like an invisible link still binds them together, and if he looks a little awestruck, he doesn’t care. it’s the mention of a gift that ultimately furrows his brows, the lightest wrinkle in-between; he finds his place beside him, impossibly fond. ) You are enough. ( what else could possibly compare to wei wuxian? he doesn’t need anything else. )

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( there's something different about lan zhan this time, something wei ying can't quite put his finger on. he glances up at the man now in the corner of his eye, assessing the awe overlaid by a fresh new layer of puzzlement, and - 'you are enough.' )

If Lan Zhan doesn't want it, I can always toss it out. ( but a warm sort of grin has overcome him now, undermining any chance of his joke-threat being taken as credible. it's a rare occasion for banter to fail him, but this is one such time, and he clearly has no real choice but to sidle a half-step closer and link his arm through lan zhan's. )