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lan_wangji ([personal profile] lan_wangji) wrote in [community profile] asgardchrysalis2020-01-08 01:34 pm

OTA

Who: Lan Wangji and Anyone/Everyone
What: Lan Wangji has discovered sledding. He is baffled. Come try and convince him to try it or avoid it, etc. He has a white and a black bunny hopping along with him.
When: From Jan 8 to whenever
Where: A hill I made up right outside of town.
Rating: PG for Sledding? Maybe PG-13 if Wei Ying comes along.

Lan Wangji has seen something like this, once, in Gusu. Although he spent a fair amount of time traveling on night hunts and various duties, he'd rarely spend any real time among townspeople. They were loud and rough and stared at him, a stern figure all in white. The uneasiness was mutual. However, it was impossible to wholly avoid them and there had been one winter he'd nearly been run over by a group of boys sliding down a snowy hill on what seemed to be a piece of scrap metal. It had been irritating and confusing, both.

Apparently, this is somehow a universal activity. The locals seem to have fashioned wooden implements on which to go down the steep hills around the city and it makes it no less baffling. Lan Wangji's bunnies, hopping dutifully along with him look no more impressed as he stops to watch, trying to understand. Wei Ying would be able to explain, he thinks, immediately finding himself flushing at even the thought of Wei Ying. It has taken considerable effort to re-balance his qi following their last interaction and he's certain it will be a wasted effort as soon as he sees him, again.

Life is very, very different than it was.
vagabone: (your favorite)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-09 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
There's a skeleton watching the sledders, sitting off to the side on a bench he cleared the snow off of. Wouldn't want to freeze his hipbones! It does seem that being in Asgard has made him more alive, enough to actually feel a bit nippy in the cold weather if he stays outdoors long enough... but he's warm enough at the moment. The natives are good, generous people. Not a single person has complained at him slowly collecting more things, like a nice warm coat and a little bag of dried fruit to eat, simply because it's sweet and tasty.

He's perfectly content to sit, watch the children play, take little nibbles of his goodies, and do nothing much at all. It's pretty peaceful out here. Not a bad day.
vagabone: (smarm)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-09 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Wangji should count himself lucky the skeleman's not joining in, because that's about the amount of sense he's got--he'd be right there on the steeper hill too.

"Don't even need to ask. You hungry?" he says, shaking the little bag around. Only polite to offer some to the guy who actually has a stomach! Héctor's just being greedy, if one thinks about it.
vagabone: (fond)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-09 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Cats are good. Dogs are fantastic, and he'd be all over a pair of puppies. But bunnies... do they even enjoy petting? Damned if he knows the first thing about rabbits. He'll stick to looking, not touching.

"Nothing to apologize for. Blame me, I didn't think you'd get drunk so quick. Must be a living person thing, I don't know. Anyway..." A knowing smile. "You feel better about things now?"
vagabone: (fond)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-09 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
He leans back, kicking his legs out and letting his smile grow. Good to be right, fantastic to watch everything turn out for the best. It's so rare he gets to see that, he's got to savor the moment.

"I'm glad you two have a second chance. I really am." Anyone can say that sort of thing, and yet he's so sincere about it. He usually is, a big ol' bony sap.
vagabone: (and I apologize)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-11 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"No, it's not." He flings up a hand dismissively. No biggie. It's not as if he's never seen happy couples before, and he resolved to never let his own feelings ruin anyone's good times... most days, anyway. His Yearly Madness is the one exception. "I had my shot and I blew it. Ruined it, I mean. But you two can do better."
vagabone: (memories)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-16 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Some part of him does want to talk about it. Stand on the rooftops and scream about it, until he loses his voice or crumbles to dust--whichever. But that's not fair to everyone else, is it? There's nothing they can do for him, and it's all his own fault.

So... he shrugs. "It's over and done with. Nothing you or I can do about it, it's ancient history. I was just unlucky." He pauses, twining his fingers together. "I had a wife, I was crazy in love. I still am. Never met anyone else like her. And we had... had a daughter. Coco. She's always been the world to me."

His voice wavered a little there, oops. "The little girl in the picture I showed you. Then I had the bright idea to go traveling with my friend, play music for people, and ended up getting sick on the road before I made it back home to my family. Bad luck, that's all."
Edited (icon) 2020-01-16 04:59 (UTC)
vagabone: (the last moment)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-17 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugs, as if it doesn't matter, probably not fooling anyone. He could hardly appear to be more fragile, and yet he does, somehow. Smaller. Drawing in on himself, far more worn down than he really realizes.

"The world's not fair. Things happen. Gotta make the best of it."
vagabone: (memories)

[personal profile] vagabone 2020-01-20 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know that there's much more to say."

No, that's a cowardly lie. It's much worse than he's admitted it to being. He's almost gone. He's sure to vanish within hours, once he's returned back to where he belongs. It's going to be over soon... and even with the extra months to think about it, he's not sure how he feels about that. He'd be relieved, glad to finally rest, if he were guaranteed to be with Coco as he faded...

Hector just gives another tired, sad smile and shrugs. "At least I've got good friends. Yeah?"
yiling_laozu: (Gremlin.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-09 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
There is a tall hill, and a short hill. Most of the Asgardians seem to favor the latter, but Wei Wuxian cannot see why. The snow is thick and pillowy on the large hill, perhaps hiding a stump or a rock here and there, but what are they odds, truly, of striking one?

Wei Wuxian forgoes calculating them in favor of dragging his own sled to the very top. He runs through the thick snow as swiftly as he can, leaping from the edge with the sled beneath him. It hits the snow at a glorious angle that sends him careening down the hill, and Wei Wuxian shouts excitedly the entire way down, yelping a little as he hits an incline near the bottom that sends him sailing from the sled.

He lands in a drift, his body outlined several feet into the snow, but for the moment, completely buried from sight.
yiling_laozu: (Bright eyes.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-09 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian struggles beneath the embankment, laughing as snow falls into his collar. He finally gets his knees beneath him and then his feet, launching out of the other side of the drift with a bark of triumph.

"I did not see the bump at the bottom!" he declares. "It was a happy accident."
yiling_laozu: (Get it?)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-10 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"That one is too small," Wei Wuxian replies, rubbing his gloved hands together. He would chastise Lan Wangji for not wearing any, but Hanguang-Jun is far more used to the cold, even without a core to warm him.

"It takes so long to drag your sled up the hill! Why shouldn't you have a nice, long ride in exchange for so much effort?"
yiling_laozu: (He likes you.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-11 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
"They are an excellent few seconds," returns Wei Wuxian at once, seizing Lan Wangji by the wrist to drag him towards his sled. It is, remarkably, still in one piece, and Wei Wuxian beams.

"Come! We will do the small hill together."
yiling_laozu: (Get it?)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-16 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"It is snow!" declares Wei Wuxian, deciding inappropriate is far better than dangerous, which it unquestionably is, and far harder to talk his way around. "There are no rules," he says, continuing to drag him up the hill.

"It's so fast, Lan Zhan!" he says. "Like flying on your sword again, if only for a few moments!"
yiling_laozu: (Get it?)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-16 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian has already considered this, and he grins over his shoulder. "We dive off!" he answers. While no longer as durable as the children that also swarm the hill, the snow is deep enough that they won't be hurt.

"But it won't come to that," he says with the confidence of a man who has greeted many obstacles in his lifetime with his own face. "I am good at steering."
yiling_laozu: (Considering.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-17 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
It's true that there's snow up his sleeves and down his collar and crusted to the edges of his boots, but Wei Wuxian dismisses it all in favor of reaching the top of the hill. He pulls the sled to the edge, eying it for a moment before looking up.

"You sit in the front," he says. "Put your legs on the bit that sticks out from the end. I'll sit behind you and steer."
yiling_laozu: (He likes you.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-20 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Enjoy the ride!" Wei Wuxian answers, scrambling in after him to frame Lan Wangji between his legs. "How terrible would this position have been a few weeks ago" he asks in Lan Zhan's ear to watch it pink up. He presses a kiss to the shell of it and leans back, making sure his feet are in the steering holds.

"Ready?"
yiling_laozu: (Gremlin.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-20 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Caiyi Town would be so proud," Wei Wuxian laughs, planting his hands in the snow and wriggling their sled forward. It's hard work to get it to the tipping point, but once it's reached, their combined weights send the sled absolutely flying down the hill.

Wei Wuxian screams with laughter, feet working to angle them away from a young family and oops, also the young family on the other side of them.
yiling_laozu: (Bright.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-20 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan's hands are like a vice around his legs, but Wei Wuxian presses down hard with his right foot, sending them deeper into a sideways skid but avoiding the tree. Apparently enjoying itself, the skid continues until they've turned a complete circle, absolutely thrilling Wei Wuxian, who is still laughing when they reach the bottom and sail far past the other revelers.

"It is so much better with two!"
yiling_laozu: (Happy surprise.)

[personal profile] yiling_laozu 2020-01-20 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian throws his arms around Lan Zhan's wet middle and squeezes, cheek pressed to his back as he grins. How delighted would he have been to encounter a Lan Zhan who would go sledding with him when they were both youths? It is an intriguing thought, yet Wei Wuxian cannot feel sorry for learning his Lan Zhan in layers.

"Yes," he agrees, "That kind of ride is wasted on the small hill. It could be four, even five times longer!"
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[personal profile] spirited_lissie 2020-01-10 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
With having been coped up thanks to the snow, Felicity's all but eager to get outside. She had joined some of the boys in a snowball fight (well, rather one threw a snowball at her and she had to retaliate), but then someone brought up sledding and eventually all of their attention was turned towards that activity.

Felicity stands by, asking one of them for a sled as well, or perhaps she'd wait when someone already had a turn. The answer was the latter, and she waits, for once patiently for a sled to come her way.
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/comes 15 Minutes Late With Starbucks

[personal profile] momsboy 2020-01-19 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter, being the grown-up kid that he is, Peter has been playing around the snow with some of the locals. Snow is a rare thing to see in space, you need to be in planets with very specific conditions like Contraxia, and he missed it.

This morning, he had asked one of the local to lend him one of the wood sleds and they have given him one big enough for two people. His familiar Sandy, int eh shape of a flying Russian squirrel, sits perched on top of his shoulder and they are careening down the hill, a huge smile on his face. The smile doesn't go away when he sees Lan Wangji.

Peter wants to check on him after their last awkward conversation they had during the Christmas party and this seems like a good opportunity. Standing up and making sure Sandy isn't going to fall, Peter brushes some snow off of his trousers and walks over to the other man, dragging the sled behind him.

"Hello! A wonderful day for some games, don't you think?"
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[personal profile] momsboy 2020-01-26 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter is oblivious to what Lan Zhan did by the end of the party but by the now, he's resigned himself to accidentally embarrass the other man with his presence alone. He's trying to show there's no reason to feel awkward so he keeps the friendly demeanor. It's easy for him because he does want to get to know the other man better.

"Sledding is one of those things that need to be experienced to be fully understood. Like dancing or riding a bike. I could explain the basics and you can use my sled to give it a try..."

His attention goes down to the rabbits when Sandy runs down his arm and joins them on the ground. "Ooooh, those are adorable. Friends of yours? Or they're part your power, like Sandy is to me?"

He doesn't crouch down and touch the rabbits but it should be obvious that he wants to pet the fluffy creatures.