Of course a good hint would only increase the intrigue, does Wei Ying think him an amateur? But whatever he is thinking, it must be something good, if making him laugh is any distinction. Lan Wangji's steps now too seem a little lighter, buoyed by pride and gladness. Perhaps Wei Ying truly is the vermilion that stains his decorum red.
But how could it not be, when Wei Ying unexpectedly recalls a scene from their youth and his heart overflows with warmth. And besides, he'd liked his drunken recital. Had liked being the focus of his vigil, the place he chose to rest that night, even if it had made leaving all the harder. Had liked it more than he could say, then or now.
The laughter and performance in Wei Ying's voice must make his own seem even softer in comparison when he replies, "Someone ought to remember." Someone should remember Wei Ying being pretentious and free of worries and beautiful in the moonlight in their youth. Undaunted and determined and playful. Boisterous and gregarious, careless and principled. Lan Wangji has remembered each of these things, because he loves Wei Ying and wishes to hold the thought of him always in his heart.
But Wei Ying needn't reply to any of it, as Lan Wangji soon stops by an empty cart parked against an unremarkable wall. Without hesitation, as if this cart had been his destination all along, he climbs into the back, from there grasps hold of a low beam protruding from the house and swings himself up into the rafters, which gives him access to the flat roof covering the wall. He turns and throws Wei Ying an expectant look, to see if he needs a hand up.
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Date: 2021-12-23 12:58 am (UTC)But how could it not be, when Wei Ying unexpectedly recalls a scene from their youth and his heart overflows with warmth. And besides, he'd liked his drunken recital. Had liked being the focus of his vigil, the place he chose to rest that night, even if it had made leaving all the harder. Had liked it more than he could say, then or now.
The laughter and performance in Wei Ying's voice must make his own seem even softer in comparison when he replies, "Someone ought to remember." Someone should remember Wei Ying being pretentious and free of worries and beautiful in the moonlight in their youth. Undaunted and determined and playful. Boisterous and gregarious, careless and principled. Lan Wangji has remembered each of these things, because he loves Wei Ying and wishes to hold the thought of him always in his heart.
But Wei Ying needn't reply to any of it, as Lan Wangji soon stops by an empty cart parked against an unremarkable wall. Without hesitation, as if this cart had been his destination all along, he climbs into the back, from there grasps hold of a low beam protruding from the house and swings himself up into the rafters, which gives him access to the flat roof covering the wall. He turns and throws Wei Ying an expectant look, to see if he needs a hand up.