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asgardchrysalis2020-01-08 01:34 pm
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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.
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.
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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.
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"Master Hector. May Lan Wangji join?"
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"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.
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"Am glad to see Hector," he murmurs. "Lan Wangji owes an apology. Did not mean to get so inebriated or ask such prying questions. Hope my apology will make amends."
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"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?"
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He looks down at Hector's smile, pleased and embarrassed and fighting his own smile. "Spoke with Wei Ying. It has been resolved, positively. Master Hector's words were wise."
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"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.
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"Many, many years keeping the secret. Still strange to speak it freely. Am sorry if it is difficult for Master to speak of such matters."
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"Is this a subject that Master Hector would rather Lan Wangji not speak of?" he asks, raising his eyes to meet Hector's. "Or is it a subject Master Hector would like to talk more about? Forgive but I cannot always tell. Do not want to cause undue stress."
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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."
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Lan Zhan is unsure if he should have pushed. It is often difficult for him to tell these sorts of conversation and social appropriateness. He hopes that if needed to, Hector would tell him no.
"That is very tragic," he murmurs, staring down at the snow as he folds his hands in his lap. His own suffering is nothing in the face of losing a partner and child.
"Unfair to you."
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"The world's not fair. Things happen. Gotta make the best of it."
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"Mm, not fair. Agreed. But I mourned Wei Ying for years, alone. Told no one. Harder. If Master wants to speak of it, we are here."
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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?"
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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.
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Of course he is. And on the most treacherous hill on offer.
He lets out a deep, grounding sigh before he walks over, poking through the Wei Ying shaped hole with a sheathed Bichen.
"Wei Ying is still alive?"
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"I did not see the bump at the bottom!" he declares. "It was a happy accident."
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"Mm, everyone else is using the smaller hill," he points out, now simply running his fingers through Wei Ying's wet, curling hair. "Saw this once outside Caiyi Town. Looks strange."
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"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?"
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"Seems disproportionate the amount of work to go up for a few seconds of sliding down."
He turns back to straighten Wei Ying's outermost robe and smiles. "Wei Ying must explain."
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"Come! We will do the small hill together."
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Wei Ying joining the children to play seems natural, for Hanguan-Jun to do so seems very strange indeed. Saying no to Wei Ying, however, is even more impossible now than it once was.
"Sled does not seem to be made for two grown men at once. Is such a thing not inappropriate?"
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"It's so fast, Lan Zhan!" he says. "Like flying on your sword again, if only for a few moments!"
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"Hm. What is the standard procedure if we are about to hit a rock or tree?" he asks, pleased this hill seems mostly clear of both. Wei Ying's taller hill seems to be a very bad idea.
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"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."
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Lan Zhan does like the idea of warming him up, however.
"Hm, will rely on Wei Ying's steering. Appeal still alludes me. Perhaps it will be revealed."
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"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."
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"If Wei Ying is steering, what am I to do?" he asks, face unimpressed as a young girl next to them points and laughs before heading down the hill on her own contraption.
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"Ready?"
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Maybe.
He rolls his eyes and turns back around with a small huff, unsure what he is to hold onto and finally wrapping his arms underneath Wei Ying's knees. If he falls, he is taking Wei Ying with him.
"Mm. Fine."
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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.
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They seem to be going at least twice as fast as everyone else on the hill and as they jerk first to the left and then the right, the sled starts to skid perilously. He opens his mouth to shout but simply holds on more tightly. If they hit the tree, at least this will be over and he will never have to do this again.
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"It is so much better with two!"
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He brushes off the wet snow now stuck to his front from the skids and turn back to look at Wei Ying's delighted face. It is no use. He is entirely helpless in the face of a happy Wei Ying. "Glad Wei Ying enjoyed it," he murmurs, unclenching his hands from Wei Ying's legs. "Perhaps once is best."
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"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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"Other hill is too dangerous," he says, trying to sound resolute but faltering as he can feel Wei Ying's smile against his back. If it meant running into a tree to make him happy, Lan Zhan would do it. But the idea of Wei Ying running into a tree is unacceptable.
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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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He folds his arms behind his back and watched, black hair standing out among his white robes and the background of white around them.
/comes 15 Minutes Late With Starbucks
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?"
Re: /comes 15 Minutes Late With Starbucks
His rabbits immediately bounce over, interested in the man and his tiny companion.
"Mm," he murmurs, staring at the sheer amount of snow still on the man and the contraption he is dragging. "Do not entirely understand the game. Do not understand the appeal."
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"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.