awashlogs | Open: July things

[ WangJi will look for him. First at the library, then at his house, then along the treeline. Not hurriedly, but very determined.

When he does find him, he'll simply say, ]

Wei Ying. I will go try to find out more of the book found at the church. Will you come?

[ Because they know better than anyone else how to work as a team in the face of the unexpected and overpowering. ]

It was by chance that WangJi ran into the man... the heroic spirit, but the expression was somewhat... more lost than usual. So he walked up to him and asked, softly, "I will go practice music soon. Do you wish to play... with someone?"

Because he was far from good at offering comfort. With words, at least, and often actions.

Music... music was something else entirely.

[ WangJi might not have a very great experience as a teacher, but he has learned painting for a good while (grayscale, but that can be adjusted) - and he is patient, quiet, and sensible, which will probably - possibly - help.

He's set up the ink and brushes and paper outside, where they can look at things and paint them accordingly. But still, he asks. ]

You wished to draw flowers. Is there anything else you want to?

ooc: Putting it up here in case there's interest!

[ He can be found, outside of quests and a few research projects, kneeling down as though in meditation around Chroma, white robes settled around him, and a vibrant flower crown on his dark hair.

Next to him, a tree grows from a seedling to a sprout to a young tree to one almost as big as the trees of the forest, not in an instant, but at an observable speed. It is - a normal tree, actually. No malevolence, it has color.

When he is satisfied with how it feels, WangJi opens his eyes to look at it as well - and if someone is there, that is when he notices, unless spoken to, earlier. ]

[ .....after unsuccessfully trying to get this dress off that Kaoru talked him into wearing, he's decided to just embrace the thing despite its, er, breeziness. Oh well, it is the middle of summer, anyway, and cooler than his usual attire. Much cooler. But getting stuck in clothes you can't take off is no excuse for being dirty, so he's just back from scrubbing down in the onsen, when he hears Lan Zhan calling him. ]

Lan Zhan!

[ So, not only is he in a dress with a short skirt, he's in a damp dress with a short skirt. It's sticking to him like a second skin. He strides right up to Lan Zhan, as if how he's dressed is the most normal thing in the world. ]

Ohhhh, right. That book! Yes, yes! I'm very interested!

[ For various compelling reasons, he'd been reluctant to ask Mythra or Pyra details. ]

You know how to find it? It's the key they found in the church, as I recall. The book is somewhere else, unless somebody moved it.

[ Wait... ]

[ Wait, what... ]

[ Why is he-- ]

[ ... no, why would he even ask. How could he even ask?

WangJi's flush finally colors his face, all of it.

But, in the end, he doesn't sound angry at all. A little strained, but. His eyes are firmly on Wei Ying's face. ]

... dry yourself. Getting the book wet might not be good.

[ He is so beautiful. ]

His expression softened at the sight of Wangji and upon hearing that offer. If he looked tired…he’s definitely not going to comment on it. Between his various adventures in the forest and the fact that the quest board for this month was much more ominous than usual, well…to say that there’s a lot weighing on his mind was an understatement.

“There is an old bridge which offers an excellent view of the harbor.” Such that it was. “If you are not opposed to joining me there…”

WangJi was not exactly the person who would ask, not unless something seemed urgent and rarely even then. But that didn't mean that he would not attempt to help.

"Mn." Incline of his head. "Lead the way."

That was not a place where he had played. He was definitely interested in that, too, now.

Dry myself?

[ He pauses, watching the blush slowly cover all of Lan Zhan's jade-white skin. He wonders, idly, just how far down the blush goes...

And then he makes a show of only just now realizing he's still dripping wet. He shakes his arms out, flinging water droplets everywhere. ]

No, no. That's on purpose. It's hot, so I thought it would be cooler not to bother. Don't worry, I'll be dry by the time we get there!

[ Pretty far down, honestly. And that's just the blood that's not focusing... somewhere else.

For a long moment, WangJi can just stare. At his face! At Wei Ying's face (water droplets sliding down smooth skin and all), because otherwise he'll become completely incapable of rational thought.

Then he flicks his sleeve, irritated at himself for being so weak, and he nods. ]

Church. This way.

Wait wait wait!

[ That sleeve-flick. It's really something. He'll cherish that little gesture, for the rest of his days. That said, he'd probably enjoy it more if he weren't in such intense pain — from suppressing his laughter. ]

If we're going to take a look at that book, then there's something I want to go and get first. From my house.

[ He can't resist adding: ]

Don't be impatient, it's not as if I could have brought it with me in the first place. Where would I put it?

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[ It's better than punching trees? Oh, wait, he's allowed to punch trees, here.

Still.

Also, you could have asked for a pouch or four! ]

Mn.

[ WangJi pauses, letting Wei Ying take the lead, his face carved from jade - except rather than cold, his eyes seem to be burning, pupils blown. ]

Did you... also get a page of information... about you?

[ He didn't do this on purpose to be provocative; it's just that his house is near the onsen, and he really didn't see the point in bringing extra clothes to put on over something he was planning to let air-dry anyway. It's just Lan Wangji's bad—or excellent—luck that they had to run into one another like this.

Still, he imagines that the reason Lan Wangji is walking behind him is to look at his ass, so he actually does put a little wiggle into his walk. He really is shameless. ]

I did! It was very, hmm, informative.

[ He is absolutely not looking below Wei Ying's neck but his peripheral vision is more than good enough for that walk to make his own (deliberately steady) steps even harder.

His brain is shorting out, here. He can only hope some of this will fade away by the time they reach the church. ]

Mn.

I was thinking that uncovering the book is close in time to the trees getting inside the town. They were pushing against the protective array I set up at the house.

If the book is connected to them...

[ The trees are malevolent. The book is malevolent... ]

[ They're in front of his house by now, so he stops abruptly and turns around. Does the hem of his skirt flip up when he turns? Almost certainly. ]

Wait here a minute.

[ He glances off to the side, as if he were going to leave. But then he glances back, a little smirk playing about his lips. ]

Unless you want to follow me up the stairs?

[ The look Wei Ying gets is exasperated... But also gentle. He's definitely not angry at him, at least?

And no, he was not looking down.

He shakes his head. ]

Go on.

[ He knows that Wei Ying is enjoying his reactions. But he needs to cool down a bit lest his body's... And his heart's desire overpowers his reason. He knows the signs now, after all. ]

[ He grins. He's having such careless fun. Even that exasperated look carries such sweetness within it. One day... one day all of that will disappear, when they are separated again by time, over ten years' worth, and Lan Zhan inevitably forgets about him—or remembers, but makes the conscious decision to move on and live his life.

But... he's not going to worry about that, anymore. Rather than fret about the cold winter that awaits him, why not enjoy every moment of this brief summer?

He turns and dashes up the stairs. He's back in a flash, this time wearing a pair of light, white trousers under his dress, and swinging a qiankun sack around one finger. ]

Okay! Let's go!

[ Brief as the time was, WangJi used it as much as he could, calming himself down--

then Wei Ying is back and--

The slight curve of his lips, up, is helpless, grateful. He will behave, he can restrain himself, he can take in the assault on all propriety that he has been taught - Wei Ying has always pushed that, always - but that the other man takes the effort to make it easier for him, instead...

(Perhaps, too, WangJi knows, Wei Ying is not truly quite as shameless as he makes himself seem. That is also all right. But he is glad that he didn't try to make him change, now. Because Wei Ying does not like to be told what to do. And because... because questioning his judgment would have made things unpleasant. He thinks, I can learn, maybe.. ]

Mn.

Book should still be at the church.

“…Thank you.”

The music would be enough. Most days that’s the only thing he could turn to for comfort, and duets were extra special for that reason.

Tristan led them to a spot not far from where they’d crossed paths. Bluo was filled with a good many bridges, after all, even if most of them were in disrepair. This one they’d arrived at was more structurally sound than most, and from there they did indeed obtain a fairly unobstructed view of the harbor, in all its bleak yet tranquil glory.

“Do you know,” he said at last, “that that young man of Blue from the legend might have looked upon this same view from this same perch?”

WangJi's nodded, and followed along, his steps steady. When they reached the bridge, he gazed out over the view, then at Archer, then to the harbor once more.

"Similar."

He did not point out that it had probably been in better condition. He did not point out that it probably had more color. These were things that Archer knew.

"Do you think... the separation between the districts was too great to bring his beloved here?"

[ He's gazing intently at Lan Zhan's face, attentive to every little change in the man's features. What will be the man's reaction to the addition to his attire? Relief, more exasperation, disappointment... ]

[ Thus he's struck, bereft of all defenses, by that smile. That slight upturn to his mouth, that subtlest of curves, is enough to transform the man's face into that of an immortal being descended from heaven, surrounded by crepuscular rays. ]

Open: July things

Wei WuXian: Book research; after Mythra's post

Archer: sad duets

Painting lessons: Fran (and Mordred)

Trees growing: Open

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