( he's not sure he would know how to describe that a space not earned by both of them, or more, neutral to them, starts winding up an awareness and anxiety of time meant to run out, of overstayed welcome, of egg shell walking on ice. so it's easier, calling fei du's owned apartment home, because there's no cost if it changes or leaves or remains. it's not precisely on them.
and he knows that lan zhan is bringing him 'home' to where wuxian is even keel, and that matters.
so gratitude comes once they're inside, when he limpets to lan zhan, nuzzling his neck and by his ear in the contentedness of a feline to say: )
Let me lend you sleep clothes?
( let him boyfriend shirt you, lan zhan, and nevermind what that tells his libido in very Interested terms. )
[It's easy and natural, too, the way Wei Ying clings to him. That's always been one of the reasons that made people believe they were dating way before it happened - or at least way before Wei Ying realized. It's quite well known on campus that Wangji dislikes being touched, and yet for more than a year and half, he hasn't said anything about Wei Ying hanging off of him - something which Fei Du might have mentioned.
And it's even better now, and his own indecision about whether he should stay or go is wiped out when Wei Ying pretty much solves the problem at least for tonight. he'll definitely need to go back to his place at some point tomorrow, though. He managed to text his brother to go feed the bunny today, but he needs to go back for that and clothes.
But that offer does make him raise an eyebrow because he ahs seen what you sleep in, Wei Ying, and it's very far from his own pajamas. And yet...]
( there are ways and reasons to not read deeper than feeling you've managed to worm yourself into better graces. yes, retrospect can educate him now, but not change the reality.
so he moves forward, as he always does. the agreement has him grinning wickedly, and pressing a sloppy kiss to Lan Zhan's jaw before he slides away again, padding down the hall barefoot. )
Great! Can't wait to see you in them!
( oversized shirt and clean boxers, it is going to be a night. )
[For some reason, it hadn't occurred to Wangji that Wei Ying might like to see him in his clothes, even though he remembers quite well how sexy it felt when he found Wei Ying wearing his shirt.
He follows at a more sedate pace, putting his bag down in the entranceway first, and then remembering...]
( there are enough half formed thoughts, but really, when he's handled his libido fine with an imagination and a hand and very few times of quiet to himself (more since here, in essence, but still), sleep doesn't seem a terrible waste of energy or time... as long as he gets to see Lan Zhan dressed to his own shameless pleasure. )
Yes, yes, why you insist on signing up for all the early morning classes is a mystery I'll never understand. Now, here, I've got just what'll fit...
( into the closet, the walk in closet, that isn't even a tenth filled by whatever Wei Wuxian has dragged in. he doesn't own enough clothing for it, partly out of lack of interest, so he's also stored bundles of sketches, notebooks, models built out of balsa wood, 3d printed designs which look like leftovers and also some functional devices to unknown causes, and then: for some reason, a collection 3d printed crows, all in different poses but the simple dark grey of the standard plastic used, and some of them markedly wearing accessories. (if asked, he simply thought it was funny.)
followed in or not, what he liberates from a draw is a rolled up (for storage!) shirt that he shakes out to reveal it's indeed bunny theme, and then he goes for his clean boxers, tugging out an unobjectionable, newer, boxer briefs. )
[The walk-in closet being filled with 90% not clothes is honestly pretty on brand, and Wangji does catch a few glimpses of what's in there, but even if he's curious, he's polite as a guest and will not pry.
His face... remains politely blank at what he's being given. These are, of course, absolutely nothing like anything he would ever consider wearing. In fact, if it were anyone but Wei Ying presenting those to him, and knowing they are to be worn in private, he probably would have rejected them outright because it's absolutely ridiculous.
Ridiculous, and yet bunny-themed. Like taking one of the things he likes to absurd levels, in ways only Wei Ying can.]
Thank you.
[Almost on reflex, he starts going towards the bathroom to change, even though he doesn't really have to, now that they're together. Certain things having to be done away from people's eyes is just ingrained in him.]
( Sincere, knowing at the same time it was nothing at all to Lan Zhan's liking. Which makes it all... sweet. Unexpectedly cute, and certainly kind.
Wei Wuxian promptly trots after him, since apparently he's going to join Lan Zhan in the bathroom to also change. He has his own shirt and clean boxers tossed over his arm, though unlike what he handed Lan Zhan, he hadn't bothered to think twice about what he'd pulled out for himself. )
[It is the furthest thing from his liking, and that's how you know he likes you, Wei Ying.
And the clothes Wei Ying chose for him are at least... well, chosen. here is some thought behind it, even if Wangji isn't sure what that thought is. The ones he took for himself are clashing with one another, a right eyesore, but he can't really object, can he? This is Wei Ying's home, and his clothes and his bed, and he's a guest.
Being escorted to the bathroom is a surprise at first... until one remembers one had a very make-out heavy shower in there already, so just changing is remarkably tame compared to that.
And of course, Wei Ying will not be surprised to see Wangji folding his clothes as he removes them, instead of throwing them in a heap on the floor. And then put on the ones he was given which... are a little snug on him. He and Wei Ying are of similar height, but they are built differently.]
( Wei Wuxian folds his clothes more lacakdaisical, loose bundles as he strips down and redresses, mostly to pounce on Lan Zhan and wind his arms around his waist, hook his chin over his shoulder. The fact they're in the bathroom works to his favour, as he can tug and nudge and turn Lan Zhan just enough to see them both in the mirror.
His smile blooms, a slow and beautiful thing, as he admires what his shirt (really, kindness says he'd have found a looser one, but this one has the rabbit) does to highlight Lan Zhan's physique. Granted, he didn't need to have any particular one according to Wei Wuxian, which means he'd look fantastic regardless, but it's still nice, seeing this entirely out of context Lan Zhan, wearing Wei Wuxian's clothing. Utterly enthralling, and he hums where he is, vibration likely traveling to Lan Zhan. )
I like you like this.
( And what he means is: choosing to be here, with me, and tangled up in whatever that means, and that I can see it, instead of wonder when it's going to inevitably end.
Because that awareness is still around, that part of himself that doesn't believe in unchanged, lasting bonds, but is willing to try believing for a while, to take that chance, and not only be waiting for the moment where Lan Zhan realises like the rest have that Wei Wuxian is simply too stubborn, too set in his own pursuit of justice, or curiosity, or help in ways he's willing to do that many aren't, that he's all these things and they're too much to want to carry the burden of any longer.
He can tamp those thoughts down, settle them to the side, and trace a finger down his lover's front, following the outline of the bunny under the water. )
[It's going to be a whole Thing, convincing Wei Ying that he wants to be there and he's not leaving. It's going to be a whole thing even after he's been around for upwards of two years to the point everyone around them thought they were already dating, and he would have continued to be no matter what, even if things hadn't evolved that way.
It even took Wangji time to see under the smiles. He can't deny he was irritated at first when they first met and Wei Ying seemed to rub him all the wrong ways. he honestly can't quite say when that changed, but that doesn't matter now. And it's not like Wei Ying doesn't have good reason to feel insecure in his attachments. but Wangji won't let him self-sabotage this.
In the meantime, he can appreciate those little moments, put his hand on top of Wei Ying's on his waist, let him play to his heart's content.]
( A smile at the question, as Lan Zhan places his hand over the one Wei Wuxian kept at his lover's waist. Lover? Boyfriend always sounded so paltry to him, significant other, well, somewhat more accurate. His other hand continues tracing the rabbit, but he's looking into the mirror, watching Lan Zhan's face in reflection. )
No, not the only. I like you in whatever you're wearing, or whatever you're not. I like you when you're happy or exhausted, when you make that face that says you're feeding me against my own, ah, forgetfulness around meals, or when you're working through musical theory, or when you're stroking your rabbit's ridiculously soft ears. Really ridiculous! Who designed them to be so pettable?
( here, stroking along one of the submerged rabbit's ears in his jest of a protest. )
There's no only way to like you, ah? I like you. There is no way.
( and that, there, is also scary as anything he can possibly imagine. )
[Well, once the floodgates open, they do not, it appear, close. So, good, now that's out in the open, unlike the very... roundabout way they went about starting dating, because that was a disaster.
But one step at a time, so hat Wei Ying doesn't spook himself too much.]
( he's plenty reserved enough when it comes to certain aspects of his heart, but once those avenues open... expecting an end doesn't mean any less sharing while he has the chance.
regardless, he laughs, there against the warmth of Lan Zhan's back, and turns his face, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck. )
Okay, okay, let me tuck you in, sweet dreams and all of that. I'm not quite ready to sleep. You still want me there?
[Of course he wants you there, what kind of question is that? Plus, as has been demonstrated before, his proximity actually seems to make you sleep so you never know, even with it being earlier than your usual, you might still sleep, Wei Ying.
Anyway, he's going to start walking back to the bedroom, and you're free to keep koala-ing while he does, even if it's pretty inconvenient. Wangji is pretty tired, this is past his bedtime by... quite a lot.
Once he reaches the bed, he's just going to get himself in there and comfortable, and then stare at Wei Ying for a moment to see what he will do.]
( He disengages, but it turns into the ease of walking side by side, and incidental touches, a brush of fingers, a shoulder that meets a shoulder before the rock of their ambulation brings them apart again. Wei Wuxian collects a notebook, a sketchbook more, with pencils in their narrow case, and he brings this to his bedside where Lan Zhan isn't, next to where his phone charges, and crawls in, but sits up there. The covers ruck up around his legs, and he smiles, pulling the notebook over, opening it to pages of sketched out lines and notations. )
Go on, Lan Zhan. I'll be here.
( Listening to nothing but the quiet within this place, to Lan Zhan's breathing, and to the scratch of his pencil across the page, so deliciously physical in a world that is increasingly at cross purpose for what that word should even mean. )
( he stays up, first... not sketching, but notating, a stray thought written down before it escapes him again. but then he's watching Lan Zhan sleep, and he's sketching, until what he's captured is the visage next to him. there's warmth in the crosshatch shaded illustration, and fancy, too: he's left the edges of the bed curling into plant life, has sketched in a sleeping rabbit, curled against Lan Zhan's side.
he leaves the sketch on his lover's side table, for him to find when he wakes up. for his part, he falls asleep, somewhat restless on his side of the bed, until when Lan Zhan wakes, Wei Wuxian's face pressed against Lan Zhan's neck, and an arm and a leg tossed over him. )
[!he'll wake at five on the dot, as usual, by now strangely used to how Wei Ying just gloms onto him during the night. It's a process to extricate himself without waking him, and making sure to cover him again with the blankets.
His eyes fall on the drawing then, and he picks it up to stare at it a bit. Wei Ying seems to be doing a lot of that, these days, drawing him. Or maybe this isn't new, and he simply never got to see the results before.
His classes start early today, so that cuts his morning routine a bit short. Instead of going to the gym and coming back, he'll wear his gym clothes and take a bag with his clothes for the day, and shower and change at the gym and go straight to class from there.
And when Wei Ying eventually wakes up, the drawing will be gone too.]
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and he knows that lan zhan is bringing him 'home' to where wuxian is even keel, and that matters.
so gratitude comes once they're inside, when he limpets to lan zhan, nuzzling his neck and by his ear in the contentedness of a feline to say: )
Let me lend you sleep clothes?
( let him boyfriend shirt you, lan zhan, and nevermind what that tells his libido in very Interested terms. )
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And it's even better now, and his own indecision about whether he should stay or go is wiped out when Wei Ying pretty much solves the problem at least for tonight. he'll definitely need to go back to his place at some point tomorrow, though. He managed to text his brother to go feed the bunny today, but he needs to go back for that and clothes.
But that offer does make him raise an eyebrow because he ahs seen what you sleep in, Wei Ying, and it's very far from his own pajamas. And yet...]
Hm. Alright.
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so he moves forward, as he always does. the agreement has him grinning wickedly, and pressing a sloppy kiss to Lan Zhan's jaw before he slides away again, padding down the hall barefoot. )
Great! Can't wait to see you in them!
( oversized shirt and clean boxers, it is going to be a night. )
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He follows at a more sedate pace, putting his bag down in the entranceway first, and then remembering...]
Put the noodles in the kitchen.
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Right! No mini-fridges in the bedrooms here.
( none anywhere he's lived, but he knows friends who do, thus the joke behind it all when truly.
... he forgot. )
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And of course Wei Ying forgot.
By the time he's done, Wangji will have caught up with him and follow closely behind to the bedroom.]
I have to get up early tomorrow. I have classes.
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Yes, yes, why you insist on signing up for all the early morning classes is a mystery I'll never understand. Now, here, I've got just what'll fit...
( into the closet, the walk in closet, that isn't even a tenth filled by whatever Wei Wuxian has dragged in. he doesn't own enough clothing for it, partly out of lack of interest, so he's also stored bundles of sketches, notebooks, models built out of balsa wood, 3d printed designs which look like leftovers and also some functional devices to unknown causes, and then: for some reason, a collection 3d printed crows, all in different poses but the simple dark grey of the standard plastic used, and some of them markedly wearing accessories. (if asked, he simply thought it was funny.)
followed in or not, what he liberates from a draw is a rolled up (for storage!) shirt that he shakes out to reveal it's indeed bunny theme, and then he goes for his clean boxers, tugging out an unobjectionable, newer, boxer briefs. )
Here you go, Lan Zhan!
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His face... remains politely blank at what he's being given. These are, of course, absolutely nothing like anything he would ever consider wearing. In fact, if it were anyone but Wei Ying presenting those to him, and knowing they are to be worn in private, he probably would have rejected them outright because it's absolutely ridiculous.
Ridiculous, and yet bunny-themed. Like taking one of the things he likes to absurd levels, in ways only Wei Ying can.]
Thank you.
[Almost on reflex, he starts going towards the bathroom to change, even though he doesn't really have to, now that they're together. Certain things having to be done away from people's eyes is just ingrained in him.]
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( Sincere, knowing at the same time it was nothing at all to Lan Zhan's liking. Which makes it all... sweet. Unexpectedly cute, and certainly kind.
Wei Wuxian promptly trots after him, since apparently he's going to join Lan Zhan in the bathroom to also change. He has his own shirt and clean boxers tossed over his arm, though unlike what he handed Lan Zhan, he hadn't bothered to think twice about what he'd pulled out for himself. )
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And the clothes Wei Ying chose for him are at least... well, chosen. here is some thought behind it, even if Wangji isn't sure what that thought is. The ones he took for himself are clashing with one another, a right eyesore, but he can't really object, can he? This is Wei Ying's home, and his clothes and his bed, and he's a guest.
Being escorted to the bathroom is a surprise at first... until one remembers one had a very make-out heavy shower in there already, so just changing is remarkably tame compared to that.
And of course, Wei Ying will not be surprised to see Wangji folding his clothes as he removes them, instead of throwing them in a heap on the floor. And then put on the ones he was given which... are a little snug on him. He and Wei Ying are of similar height, but they are built differently.]
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His smile blooms, a slow and beautiful thing, as he admires what his shirt (really, kindness says he'd have found a looser one, but this one has the rabbit) does to highlight Lan Zhan's physique. Granted, he didn't need to have any particular one according to Wei Wuxian, which means he'd look fantastic regardless, but it's still nice, seeing this entirely out of context Lan Zhan, wearing Wei Wuxian's clothing. Utterly enthralling, and he hums where he is, vibration likely traveling to Lan Zhan. )
I like you like this.
( And what he means is: choosing to be here, with me, and tangled up in whatever that means, and that I can see it, instead of wonder when it's going to inevitably end.
Because that awareness is still around, that part of himself that doesn't believe in unchanged, lasting bonds, but is willing to try believing for a while, to take that chance, and not only be waiting for the moment where Lan Zhan realises like the rest have that Wei Wuxian is simply too stubborn, too set in his own pursuit of justice, or curiosity, or help in ways he's willing to do that many aren't, that he's all these things and they're too much to want to carry the burden of any longer.
He can tamp those thoughts down, settle them to the side, and trace a finger down his lover's front, following the outline of the bunny under the water. )
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It even took Wangji time to see under the smiles. He can't deny he was irritated at first when they first met and Wei Ying seemed to rub him all the wrong ways. he honestly can't quite say when that changed, but that doesn't matter now. And it's not like Wei Ying doesn't have good reason to feel insecure in his attachments. but Wangji won't let him self-sabotage this.
In the meantime, he can appreciate those little moments, put his hand on top of Wei Ying's on his waist, let him play to his heart's content.]
Is that the only way you like me?
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No, not the only. I like you in whatever you're wearing, or whatever you're not. I like you when you're happy or exhausted, when you make that face that says you're feeding me against my own, ah, forgetfulness around meals, or when you're working through musical theory, or when you're stroking your rabbit's ridiculously soft ears. Really ridiculous! Who designed them to be so pettable?
( here, stroking along one of the submerged rabbit's ears in his jest of a protest. )
There's no only way to like you, ah? I like you. There is no way.
( and that, there, is also scary as anything he can possibly imagine. )
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But one step at a time, so hat Wei Ying doesn't spook himself too much.]
Bed. It's late.
[And he has classes tomorrow.]
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regardless, he laughs, there against the warmth of Lan Zhan's back, and turns his face, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck. )
Okay, okay, let me tuck you in, sweet dreams and all of that. I'm not quite ready to sleep. You still want me there?
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[Of course he wants you there, what kind of question is that? Plus, as has been demonstrated before, his proximity actually seems to make you sleep so you never know, even with it being earlier than your usual, you might still sleep, Wei Ying.
Anyway, he's going to start walking back to the bedroom, and you're free to keep koala-ing while he does, even if it's pretty inconvenient. Wangji is pretty tired, this is past his bedtime by... quite a lot.
Once he reaches the bed, he's just going to get himself in there and comfortable, and then stare at Wei Ying for a moment to see what he will do.]
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Go on, Lan Zhan. I'll be here.
( Listening to nothing but the quiet within this place, to Lan Zhan's breathing, and to the scratch of his pencil across the page, so deliciously physical in a world that is increasingly at cross purpose for what that word should even mean. )
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[Whatever 'too late' means for Wei Ying, of course.
But it won't take long for Wangji to be out like a light, and he even has the audacity not to snore when he sleeps, too.]
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he leaves the sketch on his lover's side table, for him to find when he wakes up. for his part, he falls asleep, somewhat restless on his side of the bed, until when Lan Zhan wakes, Wei Wuxian's face pressed against Lan Zhan's neck, and an arm and a leg tossed over him. )
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His eyes fall on the drawing then, and he picks it up to stare at it a bit. Wei Ying seems to be doing a lot of that, these days, drawing him. Or maybe this isn't new, and he simply never got to see the results before.
His classes start early today, so that cuts his morning routine a bit short. Instead of going to the gym and coming back, he'll wear his gym clothes and take a bag with his clothes for the day, and shower and change at the gym and go straight to class from there.
And when Wei Ying eventually wakes up, the drawing will be gone too.]