angryhearts | The return

WHO: novel!Lan Wangji and you! ota to everyone

WHAT: Lan Wangji returned home for a canon update. He disappeared Friday to Sunday, returns Sunday afternoon (July 5th). The first prompt, he has no memory of the place. The second prompt, he remembers everything and he's drunk. The third is a wildcard after everything else.

WHEN: Sunday afternoon to Tuesday, July 5 to 7

WHERE: All over the hotel

NOTES: Emotions, depression, more to be added

I. Casino lobby, Sunday afternoon, July 5th
He had a strange dream. A man wearing a white suit and a white rabbit mask. He followed him to the mirror and upon entering it, there was darkness and then he woke up in a padded box, in a strange hotel.

What is this place? The natives call it Wonderland. Some of the staff recognized him and said, Welcome back, Wangji, it's been a while. How have you been? But he doesn't remember them or being here at all, and becomes annoyed at their friendly greeting when they didn't give him the answers as to why he is here. He frowned, this place took him here.

"..." Translation, where is Wei Ying? Where is everyone?

He wandered all over the usual places in frantic search.

II. Bar, Monday, July 6th
The memories of his previous stay came slamming back into him. Of course, Wei Wuxian is nowhere to be found.

Morose, dealing with the reality that he left Wei Wuxian back home with the others, and remember where he last left him in this place, the weight of his guilt becomes a heavy one. Wei Ying is gone.

While he doesn't drink, he can be found in a bar. The glass of his drink on the table is already empty, having drunk it down.

"..." Translation, Wei Ying.

III. Wildcard - July 7th and afterward
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Drunken Lan Zhan was so much like a child, it was equal parts amusing and endearing. How many times had A-Yuan wanted to stay up late, only to end up falling asleep on his lap moments later? Rather than an impromptu nap though, he was surprised to see Lan Zhan sit back up again, apparently upset about the ribbon.

"Hey, hey, I'm still here," he pats Lan Zhan's hand a couple times as he tries to hand the ribbon back.

"Can you help me tie it?" he asks, turning slightly so his back is toward Lan Zhan. He looks over his shoulder, holding out the ribbon.

Lan Zhan feels insecure that Wei Ying may disappear anytime from him, that he doesn't want this one to disappear too. Seeing he is still here physically with him.

"Tie it..." The moment Wei Ying turns around, and with the ribbon in hand, he clumsily gather his long hair together. "Wei Ying has long hair." With the red ribbon, he ties the ribbon around his hair into a ponytail and then tie his ribbon securely in a knot.

"Wei Ying has a ponytail. Wei Ying is Wei Ying now." He murmured with approval and finally happy with the result.

Then slowly he wraps his arms around him and placed his chin on his shoulder, planting his face there, wanting the close contact of hugging him softly.

He's curious to see how Lan Zhan will fair, with drunken hands instead of his usual dexterous fingers. If the way the drawings began to degrade into scribbles is any indication, he'll be lucky if Lan Wangji can tie a knot at all.

"I think Lan Zhan's hair is longer than mine," he laughs, but allows him to pull it up into a messy ponytail. Ah, this is the style his other self wears it in, isn't it? He's glad his back is turned, as a look of concern briefly crosses his features. If he can help comfort Lan Zhan, even for a little while, it's fine, isn't it?

The hug is unexpected, the heavy weight of Lan Zhan's head on his shoulder even more so, but he puts on a smile and reaches up to pat his head again. He wears a soft smile and wonders just how much Lan Zhan will even remember of this after.

"Yeah? You fixed it, good, good. Does it look pretty?"

"Mn." He looks happy for tying up Wei Ying's hair in a ponytail. "Wei Ying has a ponytail." He manages to smile. He almost looks exactly like his own Wei Ying.

But inwardly Lan Zhan is still inconsolable. He holds onto Wei Ying in his arms for as long as he could, the anxiety of alone somewhat lessening. "It's pretty." He murmured. "Looks good on you."

However, in the back of his mind, his thoughts scolds him. That this Wei Ying isn't his. It's not the same, he knew this Wei Ying is different and it's that difference that he also fell for and is attracted also, his heart turns to him like a magnet for warmth. But just for once, a hug to feel him warm and solid, just to feel him real.

Very slowly he lets him go. He just needs that and nothing more. "Thank you, Wei Ying. I was feeling sad, but there isn't anything you could do."

He gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. Because he wanted to kiss him, but not overstep his boundaries. In slow, lethargic movements, he gathers their drawings and collects them.

"Ah... must be because you did such a good job tying it."

Even if it's just Lan Zhan's drunk rambling, he can't help flushing, a heat rising in his cheeks and neck. He'd mostly meant to tease, to keep up their play, not take advantage of Lan Zhan's affection for the other Wei Wuxian. It's a hard thing to reconcile, they're so close to the same, so similar in memory and experience, and...

It pulls at his heart to hear Lan Zhan sound so defeated. There's nothing he can do? Right, after all, he's just a place holder. He can only hope his soul-twin returns soon. It hurts to see Lan Zhan pained like this.

"Ah... mm," his blush only spreads after the kiss, even chaste as it is.

"Sorry I'm not the one you want, Lan Zhan, but..." he swallows, "but it'll be okay. Remember that, alright?"

One could only hope either the soul-twin returns or they both go home if the hotel is done playing their games, but the game is far from over.

Lan Wangji gathered up the drawings in his arms. "I'll put up our drawings up on my wall." Then turning to him, he managed to smile, albeit forced, which is uncharacteristic of him. "Between you and me, never say sorry." He holds him with such a high regard. "I'll try my best Wei Ying. And...I appreciate you. Very much."

For him, to exchange even a glance with him. "In another life, I'll happily give up my lifetime for you." He meant that.

Once he gathered their drawings and collected the pencils to be taken back to his room. "I shall be heading back to my room now. You have a good-night."

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