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asgardchrysalis2020-03-09 04:20 pm
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Who: Lan Wangji and Everyone and Anyone
What: Lan Wangji is has the flu and is pretending he does not have the flu as he's never actually been sick before due to being a super boss wizard back home. He is not amused.
When: Timed for March 8th
Where: around Asgard
Warnings: Ridiculous behavior from a grown man.
Lan Wangji has seen the healer in Asgard once, on his first day, and only under duress. He'd had an open wound and it was festering and in his relief to find Wei Wuxian alive and well he likely would have agreed to anything. There have been trips afterwards but related to Wei Wuxian's own injuries but that is where Lan Wangji has drawn the line. The Lan Sect does not fall ill to common ailments. Sickness of the body (separate from one's magic) is weak and a failure on the part of the cultivator. He cannot help still feel this way.
But he threw up in an alleyway and isn't certain where he is, so he may need to find a better place to hide his newfound failure.
He'd thought exercise and fresh air would help. He thinks. His memory is muddled and he is strangely sweaty despite the cool weather. Meditation had proven fruitless so this is surely the right recourse but he had overestimated his endurance. He's uncertain he's properly managed to do his hair but he knows his ribbon is in place as it is the only spot on his forehead that is currently cool. He must get home. This was a mistake. Wei Ying will find him and fuss at him and make him visit the healer. He turns, trying to gauge through sore, bleary eyes where he is when he finds himself sitting down suddenly on the ground. He is unsure why his legs have done this, why they have betrayed him. He hates them.
What: Lan Wangji is has the flu and is pretending he does not have the flu as he's never actually been sick before due to being a super boss wizard back home. He is not amused.
When: Timed for March 8th
Where: around Asgard
Warnings: Ridiculous behavior from a grown man.
Lan Wangji has seen the healer in Asgard once, on his first day, and only under duress. He'd had an open wound and it was festering and in his relief to find Wei Wuxian alive and well he likely would have agreed to anything. There have been trips afterwards but related to Wei Wuxian's own injuries but that is where Lan Wangji has drawn the line. The Lan Sect does not fall ill to common ailments. Sickness of the body (separate from one's magic) is weak and a failure on the part of the cultivator. He cannot help still feel this way.
But he threw up in an alleyway and isn't certain where he is, so he may need to find a better place to hide his newfound failure.
He'd thought exercise and fresh air would help. He thinks. His memory is muddled and he is strangely sweaty despite the cool weather. Meditation had proven fruitless so this is surely the right recourse but he had overestimated his endurance. He's uncertain he's properly managed to do his hair but he knows his ribbon is in place as it is the only spot on his forehead that is currently cool. He must get home. This was a mistake. Wei Ying will find him and fuss at him and make him visit the healer. He turns, trying to gauge through sore, bleary eyes where he is when he finds himself sitting down suddenly on the ground. He is unsure why his legs have done this, why they have betrayed him. He hates them.
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"We'll go to Odinhaus," he says as the healer approaches, needle in hand. "We'll remain in bed all day and I will read you whatever books you wish, and bring you fresh rice and vegetables." The needle sinks in, and Wei Wuxian brushes his lips against Lan Zhan's too warm cheeks and forehead. "It's done, Lan Zhan."
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But his Wei Ying, his perfect Wei Ying knows all of this and his eyes reopen at the first touch to his chin. He listens, eyes locked on Wei Ying's as he talks through the entire thing, through the sting and the unfamiliar hands touching him and through his robe being resettled and hands withdrawing. His perfect Wei Ying.
He nods, ears now burning with shame as the healers keep their distance as if he might decide to strike at any moment.
"Bring him back immediately if he worsens," the bravest healer cautions, looking torn at the suggestion of ever bringing Lan Wanji back to their facility.
Lan Zhan stands again, leaning heavily against Wei Ying as he fusses to get his robes back in order. "Thank you, healers," he says softly.
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"You were an excellent patient," he tells him proudly, leading them out of Frigghaus. "Do you want to rest in your room, or shall I find a book to read to you?"
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"Room already has books Wei Ying can read to me," he murmurs, hunching over as they attract more stares than he'd have thought possible in a city so strange. He cannot be the strangest thing happening, even at this moment.
"Why did they give you more healing sticks?" he asks, eyeing Wei Ying's robes. "Are they for judging fever? They already cured my fever."
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"Do you want yours?"
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He shakes his head and wonders how quickly Wei Ying will have eaten both candies. He suspects very soon. "Very strange to give candy to people in need of healing," he mutters, imagining the sheer amount of sugar cannot possibly lend itself to health.
"Wei Ying. The healer called me fleshy."
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"But I knew there would be no survivors."
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He cannot speak, he cannot even summon words to convey his utter shock that such a thing was even contemplated.
Wei Ying has truly saved him.
"Never again."
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"They saw your shoulder, it was not so terrible, was it?"
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He is so lost in his consternation that he does not even notice Odinhaus looming in front of them. He leans forward, gently flailing to get off of Little Apple's back and hoping fervently that no one sees his shame.
"Thank you for protecting me," he grunts. "Wei Ying is very good."
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He lasts approximately one minute after Wei Ying hurriedly leads Little Apple towards the stables before he starts to sway in place. His head hurts and his scalp itches. And he's hot. He tugs his hair out of Wei Ying's topknot, irritated at the way it pulls and starts to undo his outer robe. It's too hot. And there is no-one else in the courtyard. He's not even certain why he should care.
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"You're not truly warm, it's just the fever."
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"Wei Ying. I have books. New books for you to read. Those kinds of books. You can study, today."
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He shakes his head, heaving a relieved breath as he opens the door to Lan Zhan's room with his free hand. "Have you read them?"
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The finally, finally make their way to his door and he manages to unlock the door, frowning as he spots his hairbrush entirely at the wrong angle and last night's robe still draped over his bed.
Filthy.
"Saved the new book for you. Did not think I could read it aloud but you can. Wei Ying can find things he would like, make his own list."
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"Come," he tells Lan Zhan on his wobbling legs, "Into the bed." He waits for him to comply, then goes to wet a cloth from Lan Zhan's water pitcher, pushing his hair back so he can settle it on his forehead. "Better?" he asks, smoothing his hair away.
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He tries to scoot over closer to the edge, tugging Wei Ying's arm as he goes.
"Get the book," he mutters. "Book then here with me. Want to know what Wei Ying would like."
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He pulls Lan Zhan's sheets towards his chin and draws his own knees up, resting the book against them. "Are there pictures?"
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"They are...explicit. Thought Wei Ying might be less shocked by them. Explicit but instructional."
In truth, Lan Zhan had dropped the book out of shock at some of the positions and hadn't had the courage to look at it, again. But he thinks Wei Ying might enjoy something of this nature rather than the more dry text of Lan Zhan's other books.
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"This is too exhausting for one's shoulders," he muses.
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"Not for my shoulders."
He is not certain if such a position would feel nice for the person on the receiving end but he could do it, if Wei Ying wanted such a thing.
He skims the page with aching eyes, too stubborn to simply rest. There is one where one man is standing, the other pressed against a wall with legs wrapped around his waist. They are pressed as close together as possible, facing each other. It seems, it seems desperate in a way. Perhaps they could not wait to get to a bed. Perhaps they had to make do but still wanted to do it in a way they could be close.
He lets a finger skim over the drawing, not brave enough to voice any of it.
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He follows the path Lan Zhan makes with his finger and announces, "I like this one. Perfect for you and your impressive shoulders."
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"I make lists of wants. I discover things and do them to you. I think I take too much. Take what I want. Do you want me inside you?"
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"You don't take too much. I like that you want me so much. And I think of what you did with your fingers all the time," he admits quietly. "And if it was you fully inside of me, and we both felt so good at the same time...I think that would be very nice," he finishes in a rush.
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