"I like quiet spots," he agrees. "But this spot is better." Because it has Wei Ying but he doesn't add that; it would be creepy and inappropriate.
"It does not sound stupid. Instruments have a way of calling to their owners." Especially Chenqing, who always finds her way back to Wei Ying. He listens quietly to Wei Ying, knowing some of what's missing, although he prefers Wei Ying to discover that on his own, rather than have his memories forcibly shoved back into him.
Still, when he reaches out and touches him, Lan Zhan clasps his hand around Wei Ying's before he can withdraw. "It's fine. I do not mind you touching me." His long fingers curl around Wei Ying's hand, and he squeezes it lightly. "You can touch me whenever you want."
A lot of what Lan Zhan is telling him about how instruments call to their owners goes in one ear and out the other. This was a complete and total straighter who was not letting go of his hand. One that was telling him he didn't mind being touched. That he could touch him whenever he wanted. Who did that kind of thing?
Those grey eyes look towards golden before at the hand that was lightly squeezing his own. He wants to ask why. Wants to find out what in the world was going through this stranger's head, except that there were words nagging at the edge of his mind and slipping through the cracks.
Everyday means everyday
He's pretty sure those three words are even in this man's voice. We're sure that Lan Zhan notices it the moment it happens. It doesn't, however, mean that the other gets a chance to brace himself against the fierce tackle or the fall from the swings. The man above him kissing him hard, no care in the world.
If Chenqing ended up somewhere in the sand, well... he'd get her later. "Lan Zhan..." It comes out a bit breathless even as he kisses him again, nipping his bottom lip. "I've missed you, you beautiful man." Forget the fact that he's probably just managed to hurt them both by tackling his husband off the swings, but the pain was not a factor at the moment.
There's a flicker of recognition in those beloved grey eyes, eyes that Lan Zhan has been hunting for over generations, falling in love with them anew each and every time. But it happens quickly: one moment Lan Zhan is holding his hand— something he tries not to do too often, in the beginning, just to give Wei Ying breathing room— and then he's tackled to the ground, slipping out of the swing with the weight and force of Wei Ying, in his arms.
There's sand beneath him, getting into his hair and his clothes and he can't find it in him to care one whit; the fall should hurt, although it doesn't, both because his core heals any injury within seconds and because he has Wei Ying in his arms. He can ignore much more than a small fall from a playground swing into some sand as long as he has Wei Ying.
"Wei Ying," he says against his lips, his hands wrapping around Wei Ying's waist, holding him close. "A much better spot." It is the best spot, the best park: it's the one with Wei Ying. "And you can touch me as often as you want."
The sand, itself, was inconsequential in the moment. What was? The man beneath him. That beautiful man with the golden eyes that shined. Okay, so maybe that was just him being silly. He loved Lan Zhan's eyes. They were beautiful to him. His husband was the most handsome, most beautiful, creature to ever grace the Earth.
He loves the feel of those hands wrapping around him. The way that the other held him close. "Mm. I would have to agree. A much better spot." His husband had graced that spot with his presence. There's a bit of a cheshire cat grin out of Wei Ying at his husband's words, though.
"Oh, I plan to touch you a lot and often, Lan Zhan," he says brushing his thumbs along the other's cheeks before kissing him again. "What took you so long?"
They should get up but Lan Zhan has no desire to move since he once again has Wei Ying in his arms, right where he belongs.
"Mm. As I said, better than the quiet spots." He savors the grin and the glow in his grey eyes and the brightness of his voice. It's been far too long since he's heard or seen his husband, and he wants to savor it, much like how he savors the kiss.
"Wei Ying," he says when they break apart from the kiss. "I am sorry." For taking so long, that is. "I was living elsewhere, and looking for you there. Nothing seemed to call me."
They really should get up. Chenqing was off in the sand somewhere. Which meant that the ghost flute would need to be deep cleaned once they got home. Wherever home was for Lan Zhan. He didn't know where the other called home, exactly.
Another kiss and that smile just brightens more. "I'm glad that you found the spot. Even if I thought you were some creepy guy at first. Though, I guess I was creepy too." Now? He's just rambling a bit.
He nips his bottom lip," What called you here, Lan Zhan?"
"Wei Ying." Was it an answer to what called him there or the rambling or both? Lan Zhan wasn't even sure, but it was an answer enough. He kisses him, then, keeping his arms tight around his husband, sits up.
"I have missed you, my love." He's torn between letting go of Wei Ying to stand up or continuing to hold him like this, although after a minute, getting out of the sand wins out. He'll be able to hold Wei Ying again soon enough. So he untangles himself from Wei Ying, standing up, and holding his hand out for his husband.
"I am staying in a temporary apartment. Would you care to join there?"
Wei Ying isn't sure if that's an answer to what called his husband to him, or if he's being admonished for all the rambling. It could mean a million different things when his husband says his name. Though, he merely kisses him back, giving a soft sound into it.
"I've missed you too," he whispers against his lips, despite the fact that they were sitting up now. He didn't want to let go of Lan Zhan. That would make for a very grumpy... well, him.
There's a mock pout out of him when his husband untangles himself from him. Though, he takes that hand and stands up before brushing himself off. Now? Where the hell did that ghost flute go?
"I can join you or you can join me? I do have a permanent place around here."
He's careful to brush the sand off his pants and back, shaking out his hair as well, although Lan Zhan knows there will be sand he'll find much later in awkward spots. It doesn't matter, now that he has Wei Ying.
Noticing Wei Ying looking around, he joins in the hunt for Chenqing, finding it half-buried in the sand a few feet away and picking it up to hand to his husband. It doesn't shock or sting, and instead feels warm and comfortable in his hands. He passes it over to Wei Ying.
Wei Ying is used to being out here in the park. Used to getting sand practically everywhere. He does, however, make sure to brush himself off this time. Even if sand was still going to end up tracked into the apartment anyway. Unfortunately, that was probably going to be something that couldn't be avoided.
He looks over to where the other was and notices Lan Zhan with Chenqing. Funny how, at one point, the ghost flute would've shocked or stung anyone who wasn't him. Back then it hadn't mattered who was or wasn't close to him. He takes the flute and gives his husband a bit of a smile.
"Yes, I know you're upset." This was more to the flute as he turns it to shake the sand out of it. Then to his husband he gives a warm smile," Come on then. Though, do we need to head back to your temporary place to get you clothes?"
It's been long enough now that Chenqing doesn't shock him; sometimes, Lan Zhan thinks, he can feel the tendrils of energy curling around him. And it's often what calls to him, or at least to his guqin, after all these years. It's still better to see it in Wei Ying's hands than it is in his, and he hands it back over easily.
"No," he tells Wei Ying. "I will arrange for my things to be brought over, it will be simple enough." No, he wants to get Wei Ying inside, where they can talk comfortably, and it's not like he has much here in the city. Just his suitcase and a courier can bring that to him. He holds out his hand for Wei Ying to take. "Please, show me your apartment."
Once the sand is out of Chenqing, he twirls the ghost flute for a moment. It was always a familiar weight in his hands, as was the energy that came off of it. One shouldn't be used to resentful energy but he was. Though, he can't help but smile a little when the other half of his soul just says that things could be arranged. That things could be brought to them.
He interlaces their fingers together and gives his husband a smile, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Follow me then, Lan Zhan. Try to keep up," he teases, keeping a hold of that hand, guiding him through the park toward the streets. Luckily, he didn't live that far, but there were people that he didn't like that sometimes got in his way. Hopefully they'd have no troubles tonight.
"I always will," Lan Zhan says, squeezing his hand. And he does, especially since Wei Ying isn't actually running. It might not be the exact words, but Lan Zhan has always promised to keep up with Wei Ying, to follow him where he goes, and find him when he disappears. It's been a habit for centuries.
He doesn't intend to stop now.
The street isn't very crowded, although Lan Zhan immediately notices the small group of people lingering in the shadows of one of the alleys, talking and laughing, but clearly watchful. It's not something that concerns him, but he's always somewhat cautious— much easier to avoid conflict than display his strength.
"Always is a long time, Lan Zhan," he teases. It was a tease that he'd been giving his husband for as long as he could remember. "Though, I believe it was every day means every day. Or maybe my mind is skewered more than I thought," he states with a bit of a grumble. "Or, you know, don't go where I can't follow. Something."
He leans his head on his husband's shoulder and notices where his eyes had gone. "They're not so bad. Next street over is the ones that are a hassle," he whispers close to his ear. It might even sound obvious that Wei Ying has dealt with them a time or two.
"Every day is every day." He smirks as he says that, remembering what happened during that conversation and what inspired. "While I would prefer you do not go where I cannot follow, I will always find you." He'd move everything to find Wei Ying, if needed, and Wei Ying always returned to him.
While he has absolutely every confidence in Wei Ying and his ability to handle groups of fools, his arm still tightens around his hand, and he draws Wei Ying closer, sliding his arm around his waist.
"We've missed a lot of every days, Lan Zhan. How're you going to make that up?" He teases. Though, he probably shouldn't tease his husband in that manner. Not when it could get him in trouble, or stuck in bed for... a very long time, due to not being able to move. "I know you'd find me."
He leans in and kisses his cheek, tone teasing," My hero. Saving me from the ruffians."
"I can think of ways," he reassures Wei Ying, knowing full well how he can make it up to his husband. It involves spending time in bed, and not letting him out of bed until they're both thoroughly sated. And now that Wei Ying remembers, it is much easier to think about that.
Lan Zhan looks at him, corners of his lips lifting. "You do not need saving."
"Can you? Really?" He teases trying not to laugh. He really shouldn't tease his husband. Lan Zhan might decide to do something before they manage to get in the door, and it would be his own fault.
He gives a bit of a chuckle, kissing his husband's cheek," You sure about that? You pulled me awfully close."
Looks at him, only raising an eyebrow at the teasing comment. Wei Ying knows well what Lan Zhan is capable of. As it is, he slides his hand a little slower, squeezing his hip.
"Perhaps I want you close," he says in response. "Or you might have to protect me." Which is borderline ridiculous, as Lan Zhan has always been more than capable in a fight. But he does like to see Wei Ying in his elements.
Oh, he sees that raised brow and he's pretty sure that he's digging himself a very deep hole. Even more so when he knows what his husband can and can't do, feels that hand slide lower and squeeze his hip. He can feel the strength in that hand.
The mention of protecting him has Wei Ying giving a bit of a laugh," Lan Zhan doesn't need protecting. That's ridiculous and he knows it."
"Is it?" Pouts at him, mostly with his eyes, although it really misses the mark— he's far too happy to be with Wei Ying, so any pouting is feigned. "It is possible."
They reach another street corner, and Lan Zhan hits the button to cross, waiting until the light changes, sliding his hand up his side.
"Considering that Lan Zhan can even kick my ass, yes. It is very much so ridiculous," He says with a bit of a laugh, not able to stop smiling. He was glad that he'd found his husband. Or, more like, that his husband had found him.
Wei Ying leans into him as they cross the street," What're we doing first when we get home, Lan Zhan? Or are you making good on your threat?"
Hums thoughtfully, agreeing to his words and delighted to hear Wei Ying's laugh and see his smile. It's been too long without him and he thoroughly intends to enjoy seeing his smile.
He looks over his husband, then back to the street so he can keep them steady on the path and not bump into anyone, although there aren't many people out to run that risk. "Have you eaten tonight?"
This is a street that Wei Ying has been down countless times. Walked it more times than he can count. So, if he runs into anyone... it isn't exactly his fault. It might be his fault, maybe. None of that mattered. Not when Lan Zhan was by his side. His husband was there. He, himself, remembered him. He couldn't ask for anything more.
"No, I haven't." He probably should have eaten before heading to the park, but he hadn't.
"Then we will eat, first." For as much as he would want to do other things to his husband, now that he's found the other man, but they have time, and Lan Zhan's always wanted to make sure Wei Ying was taken care of, healthy and happy.
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"It does not sound stupid. Instruments have a way of calling to their owners." Especially Chenqing, who always finds her way back to Wei Ying. He listens quietly to Wei Ying, knowing some of what's missing, although he prefers Wei Ying to discover that on his own, rather than have his memories forcibly shoved back into him.
Still, when he reaches out and touches him, Lan Zhan clasps his hand around Wei Ying's before he can withdraw. "It's fine. I do not mind you touching me." His long fingers curl around Wei Ying's hand, and he squeezes it lightly. "You can touch me whenever you want."
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A lot of what Lan Zhan is telling him about how instruments call to their owners goes in one ear and out the other. This was a complete and total straighter who was not letting go of his hand. One that was telling him he didn't mind being touched. That he could touch him whenever he wanted. Who did that kind of thing?
Those grey eyes look towards golden before at the hand that was lightly squeezing his own. He wants to ask why. Wants to find out what in the world was going through this stranger's head, except that there were words nagging at the edge of his mind and slipping through the cracks.
Everyday means everyday
He's pretty sure those three words are even in this man's voice. We're sure that Lan Zhan notices it the moment it happens. It doesn't, however, mean that the other gets a chance to brace himself against the fierce tackle or the fall from the swings. The man above him kissing him hard, no care in the world.
If Chenqing ended up somewhere in the sand, well... he'd get her later. "Lan Zhan..." It comes out a bit breathless even as he kisses him again, nipping his bottom lip. "I've missed you, you beautiful man." Forget the fact that he's probably just managed to hurt them both by tackling his husband off the swings, but the pain was not a factor at the moment.
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There's sand beneath him, getting into his hair and his clothes and he can't find it in him to care one whit; the fall should hurt, although it doesn't, both because his core heals any injury within seconds and because he has Wei Ying in his arms. He can ignore much more than a small fall from a playground swing into some sand as long as he has Wei Ying.
"Wei Ying," he says against his lips, his hands wrapping around Wei Ying's waist, holding him close. "A much better spot." It is the best spot, the best park: it's the one with Wei Ying. "And you can touch me as often as you want."
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He loves the feel of those hands wrapping around him. The way that the other held him close. "Mm. I would have to agree. A much better spot." His husband had graced that spot with his presence. There's a bit of a cheshire cat grin out of Wei Ying at his husband's words, though.
"Oh, I plan to touch you a lot and often, Lan Zhan," he says brushing his thumbs along the other's cheeks before kissing him again. "What took you so long?"
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"Mm. As I said, better than the quiet spots." He savors the grin and the glow in his grey eyes and the brightness of his voice. It's been far too long since he's heard or seen his husband, and he wants to savor it, much like how he savors the kiss.
"Wei Ying," he says when they break apart from the kiss. "I am sorry." For taking so long, that is. "I was living elsewhere, and looking for you there. Nothing seemed to call me."
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Another kiss and that smile just brightens more. "I'm glad that you found the spot. Even if I thought you were some creepy guy at first. Though, I guess I was creepy too." Now? He's just rambling a bit.
He nips his bottom lip," What called you here, Lan Zhan?"
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"I have missed you, my love." He's torn between letting go of Wei Ying to stand up or continuing to hold him like this, although after a minute, getting out of the sand wins out. He'll be able to hold Wei Ying again soon enough. So he untangles himself from Wei Ying, standing up, and holding his hand out for his husband.
"I am staying in a temporary apartment. Would you care to join there?"
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"I've missed you too," he whispers against his lips, despite the fact that they were sitting up now. He didn't want to let go of Lan Zhan. That would make for a very grumpy... well, him.
There's a mock pout out of him when his husband untangles himself from him. Though, he takes that hand and stands up before brushing himself off. Now? Where the hell did that ghost flute go?
"I can join you or you can join me? I do have a permanent place around here."
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Noticing Wei Ying looking around, he joins in the hunt for Chenqing, finding it half-buried in the sand a few feet away and picking it up to hand to his husband. It doesn't shock or sting, and instead feels warm and comfortable in his hands. He passes it over to Wei Ying.
"I can join you."
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He looks over to where the other was and notices Lan Zhan with Chenqing. Funny how, at one point, the ghost flute would've shocked or stung anyone who wasn't him. Back then it hadn't mattered who was or wasn't close to him. He takes the flute and gives his husband a bit of a smile.
"Yes, I know you're upset." This was more to the flute as he turns it to shake the sand out of it. Then to his husband he gives a warm smile," Come on then. Though, do we need to head back to your temporary place to get you clothes?"
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"No," he tells Wei Ying. "I will arrange for my things to be brought over, it will be simple enough." No, he wants to get Wei Ying inside, where they can talk comfortably, and it's not like he has much here in the city. Just his suitcase and a courier can bring that to him. He holds out his hand for Wei Ying to take. "Please, show me your apartment."
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He interlaces their fingers together and gives his husband a smile, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Follow me then, Lan Zhan. Try to keep up," he teases, keeping a hold of that hand, guiding him through the park toward the streets. Luckily, he didn't live that far, but there were people that he didn't like that sometimes got in his way. Hopefully they'd have no troubles tonight.
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He doesn't intend to stop now.
The street isn't very crowded, although Lan Zhan immediately notices the small group of people lingering in the shadows of one of the alleys, talking and laughing, but clearly watchful. It's not something that concerns him, but he's always somewhat cautious— much easier to avoid conflict than display his strength.
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He leans his head on his husband's shoulder and notices where his eyes had gone. "They're not so bad. Next street over is the ones that are a hassle," he whispers close to his ear. It might even sound obvious that Wei Ying has dealt with them a time or two.
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While he has absolutely every confidence in Wei Ying and his ability to handle groups of fools, his arm still tightens around his hand, and he draws Wei Ying closer, sliding his arm around his waist.
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He leans in and kisses his cheek, tone teasing," My hero. Saving me from the ruffians."
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Lan Zhan looks at him, corners of his lips lifting. "You do not need saving."
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He gives a bit of a chuckle, kissing his husband's cheek," You sure about that? You pulled me awfully close."
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"Perhaps I want you close," he says in response. "Or you might have to protect me." Which is borderline ridiculous, as Lan Zhan has always been more than capable in a fight. But he does like to see Wei Ying in his elements.
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The mention of protecting him has Wei Ying giving a bit of a laugh," Lan Zhan doesn't need protecting. That's ridiculous and he knows it."
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They reach another street corner, and Lan Zhan hits the button to cross, waiting until the light changes, sliding his hand up his side.
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Wei Ying leans into him as they cross the street," What're we doing first when we get home, Lan Zhan? Or are you making good on your threat?"
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He looks over his husband, then back to the street so he can keep them steady on the path and not bump into anyone, although there aren't many people out to run that risk. "Have you eaten tonight?"
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"No, I haven't." He probably should have eaten before heading to the park, but he hadn't.
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