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angryhearts2020-09-11 09:01 pm
happyheartsstaff) wrote in angryhearts2020-09-11 09:01 pm
leave her behind with the kids —
THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT
Does anything in this hotel ever stay put? Those who go looking for the gym, the hotel spa, or the nightclub are out of luck one day, as they're simply no longer there. The hallways themselves go topsy-turvy, only staying put when one looks directly at them. For those who've been here long enough to have seen the last time the hotel shifted like this and remember how unhelpful the hotel staff were — it seems little there has changed. The only difference is the manner in which they are useless. They will acknowledge the shifting hallways, of course, and even provide direction back to the lobby, but profess they are much too busy to provide an escort.
Eventually, the hallways settle. Gone are The Caucus-Race, the Pearls Within, and the Rabbit Hole in favor of new amenities. Where once there was a gym, there's now an indoor playground. The nightclub has been replaced with an arcade, and the spa is now a massive movie theater. Were there always quite so many kids items on the restaurant menus? When did This Elegant Thimble get such a large children's section?
If asked, the hotel staff will shrug. Some will insist things have been this way for as long as they've been working there. Others will state that, like their wonderful Queen, the hotel will always know what's needed for any occasion and make suitable preparations.
ARCADE
9/11 - 9/23
The arcade, if possible, seems even larger than the nightclub that once stood in its place. There are rows of pinball, action games, shooting games, driving games. An entire room of air hockey, and another of dancing games. Clusters of skee-ball, whack-a-mole, and claw machines. The floors seem to be eternally sticky with spilled soda, and the smell of pizza and sugar permeates the air. No matter how many patrons are within sight, the sound of laughter and excited shrieking somehow seems to echo throughout the arcade.
Token dispensers are scattered amongst the games. Hotel staff will be stationed at the snack bar and the prize counter, ready to hand out tokens or trade tickets won from the games for small prizes.
Occasionally, one of the games will spark and short out. If asked, hotel staff will say it's out of order and put up a sign proclaiming it so. They don't seem all that concerned about fixing it. Soon enough, it will seem to fix itself and switch back on. It will still spark every so often, and something about the music will seem off. Anyone who decides to play one of these games anyway will find themselves feeling slightly dizzy. Is the arcade spinning around them, or is that just them?
When the spinning stops, they will no longer be where they were before. They will find themselves in the middle of the game they had previously been playing, regardless of what it was. Welcome to the other side of the arcade — where the game play is more realistic than ever! Hopefully they had a partner brought in with them, or someone else comes along to try to play who can help them win the game to get back out.
Token dispensers are scattered amongst the games. Hotel staff will be stationed at the snack bar and the prize counter, ready to hand out tokens or trade tickets won from the games for small prizes.
Occasionally, one of the games will spark and short out. If asked, hotel staff will say it's out of order and put up a sign proclaiming it so. They don't seem all that concerned about fixing it. Soon enough, it will seem to fix itself and switch back on. It will still spark every so often, and something about the music will seem off. Anyone who decides to play one of these games anyway will find themselves feeling slightly dizzy. Is the arcade spinning around them, or is that just them?
When the spinning stops, they will no longer be where they were before. They will find themselves in the middle of the game they had previously been playing, regardless of what it was. Welcome to the other side of the arcade — where the game play is more realistic than ever! Hopefully they had a partner brought in with them, or someone else comes along to try to play who can help them win the game to get back out.
MOVIE NIGHT
9/11 - 9/23
The entrance to the movie theater is lined with concession stands. Snacks and drinks of every kind can be picked up here before going into one of the theater's two auditoriums. Films will be playing round the clock in both, a different one on each screen. Oysters may find the same movies they would have seen on their own world, movies one might find on modern day Earth, or even movies about old folktales or traditional stories that might have been told where they were from. The only thing that will not be showing is any version of Alice in Wonderland, or any story set in Wonderland itself.
At times, particular showings may be billed as interactive. These will be of all genres: musicals, adventures, mysteries, romance, comedies, even horror. Oysters who attend these will be encouraged to dress up, and will even be shown to a dressing room with a selection of suitable clothes. It will only be after they've been seated and the film starts that what is meant by interactive will become clear.
The musicals will have sing alongs, with people from the audience being pulled up to participate in the dance numbers. The adventures and mysteries will have characters on the screen turn to the audience as though they are part of the story, inviting them along in the investigation or interrogating them as a suspect. Protagonists and antagonists alike will walk off the screen of horror movies, seeking help from or looking to torment the audience until their story is completed and they are sent back to their film world. Comedies and romances will find those in the audience being pulled up to act out parts of the story — and may find themselves transported into the setting until they do.
At times, particular showings may be billed as interactive. These will be of all genres: musicals, adventures, mysteries, romance, comedies, even horror. Oysters who attend these will be encouraged to dress up, and will even be shown to a dressing room with a selection of suitable clothes. It will only be after they've been seated and the film starts that what is meant by interactive will become clear.
The musicals will have sing alongs, with people from the audience being pulled up to participate in the dance numbers. The adventures and mysteries will have characters on the screen turn to the audience as though they are part of the story, inviting them along in the investigation or interrogating them as a suspect. Protagonists and antagonists alike will walk off the screen of horror movies, seeking help from or looking to torment the audience until their story is completed and they are sent back to their film world. Comedies and romances will find those in the audience being pulled up to act out parts of the story — and may find themselves transported into the setting until they do.
DAYCARE AND PLAYGROUND
9/11 - 9/23
The front of the daycare is small, with a place to check in and drop off or pick up kids. This is the only area that Oysters who are not either helping out at the daycare or being dropped off themselves will be able to easily access. Behind this are sectioned off areas for quieter activities, with materials such as books, art supplies, toys, etc. There's a small kitchen that will be off limits to the kids, and an area for snack time and nap time. Hotel staff are very present and interactive in these areas — reading to children, making crafts with them, telling stories, fixing snacks. Some will be taking a quiet break for themselves in the kitchen, and may be willing to talk to Oysters helping out at the daycare.
The back of the daycare is an expansive indoor playground. Here, the children are mostly left to their own devices. There are some hotel staff out there to keep an eye on the children as they play, but they tend to cluster together for conversation. Oysters helping out at the daycare will be somewhat warily included in this if they approach. These hotel staff will mostly be dismissive of any children coming to them unless they are injured or crying. There are multiple parts of the playground that can be used to sneak in and out to the hotel area at large, if one is looking carefully! Any children who are not supposed to be there have a low risk of being caught unless they draw attention to themselves or try to enter the other area of the daycare.
The other children in the daycare fall mostly between the ages of 6-11, with three or four outliers who appear to be toddlers or in the 12-13 age range. Astute Oysters likely to observe the behavior of the children will notice that there are clear social groups among them, as though they have known each other long enough to have friends they're accustomed to playing with. There are some who seem friendly and popular, some who seem to keep to themselves, some who seem to have good relationships with the hotel staff and others who seem determined to cause trouble, those who are bullies and those who are picked on. Their willingness to play with or answer questions from Oyster children or adults is equally as varied.
There will be a posted list of Oysters banned from helping out at the daycare. It will not be easily seen from the front of the daycare, but hotel staff will identify who is on it if asked. It will include the below names:
Characters on this list who have been de-aged will also find that hotel staff are reluctant to accept them into the daycare. They will be allowed only if someone not on the list vouches for them, and otherwise will have to sneak in through the playground.
The back of the daycare is an expansive indoor playground. Here, the children are mostly left to their own devices. There are some hotel staff out there to keep an eye on the children as they play, but they tend to cluster together for conversation. Oysters helping out at the daycare will be somewhat warily included in this if they approach. These hotel staff will mostly be dismissive of any children coming to them unless they are injured or crying. There are multiple parts of the playground that can be used to sneak in and out to the hotel area at large, if one is looking carefully! Any children who are not supposed to be there have a low risk of being caught unless they draw attention to themselves or try to enter the other area of the daycare.
The other children in the daycare fall mostly between the ages of 6-11, with three or four outliers who appear to be toddlers or in the 12-13 age range. Astute Oysters likely to observe the behavior of the children will notice that there are clear social groups among them, as though they have known each other long enough to have friends they're accustomed to playing with. There are some who seem friendly and popular, some who seem to keep to themselves, some who seem to have good relationships with the hotel staff and others who seem determined to cause trouble, those who are bullies and those who are picked on. Their willingness to play with or answer questions from Oyster children or adults is equally as varied.
There will be a posted list of Oysters banned from helping out at the daycare. It will not be easily seen from the front of the daycare, but hotel staff will identify who is on it if asked. It will include the below names:
- Lan Wangji (novel)
- Wu Xie
- Wei Wuxian (novel)
- Crowley
- Commander Shepard
- Matthew Murdock
- Lan Wangji (TV)
- Sam Wilson
Characters on this list who have been de-aged will also find that hotel staff are reluctant to accept them into the daycare. They will be allowed only if someone not on the list vouches for them, and otherwise will have to sneak in through the playground.
If you have any questions, please leave them over here! For those interested in asking questions or interacting with the daycare staff, please reply to the first comment on this page, and the second comment for the other children!
© tessisamess
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It isn't that Lan Wangji doesn't want to kiss him. On the contrary, Lan Wangji's eyes are trained on Wei Ying's lips, even as the music swells in the movie behind them, and the screen casts them both in soft artificial light in the otherwise dark room. He casts his glance back up into Wei Ying's eyes, his stare intense, hard, fixated.
"Are you saying I should kiss you?" he inquires, his voice low, his thumb drawing concentric circles like ripples on the back of Wei Ying's hand. He isn't running away, he isn't making a joke. There's no teasing, yet. Maybe, if Wei Ying can be brave, then Lan Wangji can be brave too.
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It was practice, right? Lan Zhan just needed practice, for his special someone, and Wei Wuxian, well, men ought to know how to kiss, shouldn't they? And they had to learn somewhere and he could think of a hell of a lot of worse people to kiss than Lan Wangji.
These thoughts raced rabbit-fast, and for once, he couldn't find the tongue for any glib or teasing replies, feeling a bit muddled by the way Lan Zhan's eyes focus on him, and the way his thumb moves over the back of his hand. Whatever insecurities Lan Zhan might have, Wei Wuxian is completely sure he's underestimating himself; if the girl he fancies doesn't go completely weak experiencing this, she must have a heart made of stone and really, really doesn't deserve him anyway. And if it'll build Lan Zhan's confidence to talk to her, isn't that what friends are for?
"I..." he swallows thickly, "you can... that is, if you want to?"
He takes a breath and lets his eyes close, waiting. And if there's a sharp pang in his heart at the thought that this was for someone else, Wei Wuxian did the same thing he did with all emotions he didn't want to deal with, and buried it deep.
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Wei Ying has told Lan Wangji he should kiss him.
He's closed his eyes, and he's expecting one, and he's so cute, and Lan Wangji isn't sure if the heart jumping up in his throat is his own or how he is feeling Wei Ying's pulse, right now, which he swears is quickening.
Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss, petal-light, gentle, to Wei Ying's lips. He means to do just that, and pull away. But now having been given a taste of Wei Ying's lips, he wishes to imbibe himself, and so with his inability to hold back the floodgates, he pulls Wei Ying in to crush their lips together. His hands slide into Wei Ying's hair to guide his face, and quickly blooms from curious and innocent to probing, relentless. It's on the side of too hard, but he recognizes this, and his tongue darts out to sooth the affected area.
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The soft kiss that does come is just what he'd expect of the shy and quiet disciple. Chaste and barely-there, without any more heat to it than a parent, kissing their child's forehead as they tuck them in to sleep.
His mouth is only just starting to curve into a smile, lips parting with a teasing word on his tongue, when Lan Wangji gives it a second try. A surprised gasp is cut off as their lips are pressed forcefully together, hard enough he could swear their teeth nearly click, hard enough that it's probably bruised, and is certainly stinging. There's a hand behind his head, tugging his hair to pull him into a better angle, and he can feel Lan Wangji's tongue against his lips, hot and wet.
Wasn't Wei Wuxian supposed to be the one who was good at flirting and playing these games? Why then, did it feel like Lan Wangji was the wild one, barely restrained in this moment? Why did it make his body shiver?
It's just practice, he tries to remind himself. Lan Zhan is just imagining you're the one he wants, don't be dumb! He knows that, logically, but it's much harder to get his body to listen, rather than lean into his touch, rather than open his mouth a little more, to try to see what all this fuss with tongues was about.
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With his hand in Wei Ying's hair clutching the back of his head, and his lips a seal around Wei Ying's mouth, he dips his tongue inside curiously but cautiously, licking over the back of his lip, running gently over the tips of his teeth, and eventually brushing over the velvet of Wei Ying's tongue.
He's completely lost in the sensation, the movie falling away to nothing behind them, the drink in between them an obstacle as Lan Wangji guides Wei Ying's hand around his neck, allowing him to hold on, asking him to hold on.
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He knows exactly how much Lan Zhan doesn't like to be touched, and yet, he's the one guiding Wei Wuxian's hand, coaxing him on as if he's some shy maiden. That's the point though, right?
Wei Wuxian complies, with hardly another thought, nervous hands at Lan Wangji's neck, among the baby-fine hair at the base of his scalp, trailing down one shoulder as he twists in his seat. He barely recognizes his own voice, the softly whimpering sounds that escape, and he finally has to pull back, just to catch his breath.
There's another of those awful pangs in his chest; while he can read his opponents, situations, and allies, it's clear his own heart is a mystery even to himself. Logic says this is just another game, just a new thing to try, something to experience for the fun of it. Lan Zhan literally just finished telling him how much he wanted to get with this girl he likes, that he wouldn't even consider anyone else.
"You, ah- you can't be so rough with girls, Lan Zhan," he breathes, "what if you scare her off?"
What if? Well, if he did scare her off, Wei Wuxian can't help thinking he wouldn't mind filling her shoes.
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He seems to like Lan Wangji back, maybe not as much as he likes Wei Ying, but enough. Enough to carry on like this, maybe have a real conversation in a month or two after some awkward hand-holding and furtive glances, kisses sneaked into dark corners every now and again and--
--And Wei Ying brings up girls again, and it's like a bucket of cold water gets dumped on Lan Wangji's head.
Fury crosses his face, and after a long second of silence, he stands up and storms out of the theater, leaving behind the two romantic leads who are in a tense moment, running away from an enemy trying to keep them apart. How could he have been so foolish to think Wei Ying had wanted him, had been trying to tell him anything? Now he's played his hand, and Wei Ying could continue on, and forget all about this, and him, like he does with everything.
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Ah, he probably shouldn't have commented on Lan Zhan's technique. Or maybe it was reminding him that he wasn't a girl. Was it how he'd put his hands on Lan Zhan's neck? Maybe he really didn't like being touched after all? Or maybe he was just so god-awful at kissing back that Lan Zhan didn't think he was good enough to practice with.
This is exactly why it's always so much easier to keep things light and not let his stupid emotions get in the way. Teasing Lan Zhan had been fun, a game, forming a friendship from the ground up. Figures that when he stopped teasing and tried to do anything useful, he somehow ruined it.
"Lan Zhan!" he calls after, fumbling up from his seat, completely ignoring the movie or any other patrons their outbursts might be causing.
"Wait! What'd I do? Lan Zhan!" he speeds up, pushing his way outside of the theater as he tries to catch up, "will you wait a second?!"
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Perhaps he was - confused. Those sounds he'd made had been so real. The way his heart had raced, the way he'd touched Lan Wangji, the way he'd stammered his answers, and reciprocated his kiss. And he wasn't ready to admit to any of that. And Lan Wangji wasn't ready to tell him when he was confused, wasn't ready to spend his time trying to convince Wei Ying that he might be attracted to boys, wasn't trying to leave this conversation with Wei Ying having thought of Lan Wangji as practice but being haunted himself for the rest of his life by a single stolen kiss.
They're outside by the concessions, and he rounds on Wei Ying. There's not just anger in his eyes, there's pain, too, and he takes a breath. "Wei Ying," he confesses. "There is no girl."
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"I'm sorry, I-" he blurts, right as Lan Zhan starts trying to speak too, and he nearly misses what he says, confusion flashing on his face as he sniffles and rubs at his eyes with his sleeve.
"What?" his voice almost cracks on the word and it doesn't help that his throat feels tight. What does he mean there's not a girl? He'd described her, hadn't he? How he wanted to night-hunt with her, how he was so worried she wouldn't accept him.
"I don't understand," he shakes his head. He's not good at apologizing, never has been, but he'd already started cobbling the words together, and Lan Zhan's strange confession has him nothing but confused.
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But Lan Wangji decides that enough is enough.
What will Wei Ying say? Will Wei Ying hate him, once he knows? Will Wei Ying be able to guess, that he is the one in Lan Wangji's description, that despite all this, Wangji still wants him more than anything? He wants Wei Ying's happiness, and his joy and to carry his sorrows and burdens, to be part of his life. Will he be denied? Is this a mistake?
For a flash, he looks scared, which is not a countenance he often wears.
"Wei Ying," he says, resolutely, steeling himself.
"There is not a girl. There is a boy."
He closes his eyes, and feels as a deflated lantern: flat, and awkward and lifeless.
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"Well... so...?" he rubs his nose with his sleeve. Lan Wangji was still the best looking man he'd ever seen, if not just the best-looking person, and... well, it would really suck if the boy he liked didn't also appreciate that. So maybe Lan Wangji did have reason to be down about it, but... Wei Wuxian couldn't imagine anyone not being pleased that Lan Wangji might want to be with them, boy or girl. To hold their hand like that, praise their looks, or kiss them with that wild hunger...
"Then... then that's better, right? I can still help you practice, if you want, and it's even more useful that way, isn't it?" he can't help wanting to lift the other boy's spirits, especially when he'd been the one to dash them in the first place. He'd said so many thoughtless things, just because it hadn't occurred to him.
"I stand by what I said, if he's not swayed by Lan Wangji, then his eyes are just for decoration!" Wei Wuxian's smile starts to come back, "Lan Zhan, really! Even I was charmed!"
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But Wei Ying doesn't... want... to be this boy on the receiving end of Lan Wangji's affections, it seems. Hence, his confusion. Is he really only saying these things to make him feel better? How can he be so confident that this boy he likes will like him back, when he doesn't like Lan Wangji back?
"Even so, I cannot move his heart." And if he can't have Wei Ying's heart, then he doesn't want a consolation prize. He doesn't want pity kisses, a flicker of attraction with nothing behind it. He wants Wei Ying to want to hold hands with him, to want to kiss him every time he sees him, to smile and look off in the distance and dream about the next time they'll get to be near.
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He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a sting, like pinpricks on his heart, to hear him talk about the other boy. To have felt that flicker of what it might be like, to be so cherished and wanted. They were exactly the sort of obnoxious feelings he'd always thought would feel like a lead around his neck, but he could see now, exactly why they were so tempting.
"Lan Zhan," he starts. Why is this so difficult? He's never had to cheer up Jiang Cheng pining after some lost love. Especially not one who made it feel like his heart was being squeezed tightly in his chest.
"What makes you so sure? You don't seem the sort to give up so easy. That stupid peacock was able to move Shijie's heart, don't tell me you're less capable than Jin Zixuan."
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He stands in front of Wei Ying, and thinks that he will never find another he loves half as much, or who he thinks about a quarter as often. Would another laugh ever haunt him, would another smile warm his heart when he is cold?
Instead, he says, "he is stubborn." Which, in all cases, is exceedingly true. Wei Ying is an unmovable rock. Even Lan Wangji can't convince him of anything, regardless of effort.
"Wei Ying," he posits. "If you will indulge me: I will be me, and you be the boy." He reaches for Wei Ying's hand, and places it into both of his own broad, warm ones, taking an inhale. "You are strong, and compassionate. Creative. Unpredictable. You challenge me to be better. I want to become the person you can think of in this way."
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Out here in the light of the theater's lobby, there's nowhere to hide, and when Lan Zhan takes his hand, there's a faint tremor there, his heart thudding madly in his chest, but he nods. He'd told Lan Wangji he would do this, to be a good friend, and he intended to make good on his word, even if it pained him to do so.
Was it selfish, to hear those words and pocket the memories of Lan Zhan speaking them to him? As if he could claim them for his own, rather than think they belonged to someone else. Lan Zhan wasn't the sort to give out compliments, heaven knew he'd tried to get the other boy to so much as look in his direction without success.
"No wonder you like him so much," his throat feels dry, "sorry, ah, what would he say... Lan Zhan. It's always good to improve, but I like you the way you are. You already are great, but you don't have to be the best to be worth being cared for, you just have to be you. That's more than enough."
Honestly, if anyone thought Lan Zhan wasn't good enough as he was, wasn't paying attention.
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And yet, when Wei Ying says those things, he wants to believe them. He wants to think that there's still a way that Wei Ying could feel affection towards him, still hope that maybe he might change his mind after all - not from any amount of convincing, of proving himself, but because Wei Ying truly believes that Lan Wangji deserves his care and he's the best boy for that particular job.
He reaches for Wei Ying's hair, and tucks a little bit of it behind one ear, his hand lingering on the side of his face at his cheek. He might not give compliments out loud, but he's stored away so many in his thoughts. "As long as you care for me, the reason doesn't matter." He is merely asking for Wei Ying to like him back.
How does he explain that there is no other boy? There is just this boy.
He tips up Wei Ying's chin, to see how he might react. Is he still in character? Is he still going along with all this solely for Lan Wangji's benefit? Or because he's a shameless flirt? Or something else?
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His breath catches when Lan Zhan's hand brushes his cheek, and he feels the animalistic urge of fight or flight rise in him, pleading with him to flee. He can only press it down for so long, and the fingers beneath his chin are enough to make his throat bob nervously. None of Nie Huaisang's books had covered anything like this, and none of his experiences growing up in the Jiang sect were at all helpful.
"I... Lan Zhan if you- if you keep playing like this, I don't think my heart can take it."
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- And then he says that, and Lan Wangji's hand shrivels up.
"I have overstepped. I am sorry." Because clearly what Wei Ying means is that he can't get too into this, that this is only pretend, and that Lan Wangji should go do this for real with someone else. But he looks apprehensive, because he doesn't want to have offended him. "I will not bother Wei Ying any longer about this matter."
It is more than enough to have his friendship, but if there is any chance that he could gamble it away, he would elect not to take that gamble.
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The longer this goes on, the more that little fragment of hope gets chipped away, and he's left feeling a fool for letting it get so far out of hand. The way Lan Zhan retreats so quickly, it's obvious this whole scenario is making him so uncomfortable.
"You don't have to- I don't want an apology, you didn't do anything wrong," he's quick to insist. Lan Zhan just wanted to practice, so he could find the words when it really mattered, and Wei Wuxian had stupidly gotten- What? Jealous? Is that what it was? Of something he'd only just found out about?
"I hope you're both really-" his voice cracks, "really happy. I wish I- Sorry, I have to- I'm gonna-"
And, on that eloquent note, he bolts from the theater.
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Against his better judgement - or with no judgement cals made, he runs after Wei Ying, though that boy is fast and he's out of spiritual power. Not that it'd give him the upper hand, as Wei Ying wasn't lacking in any himself.
"Please, Wei Ying!" he yells after him, his voice uncharacteristically strained. What has he done? What has he and his fool heart and stupid mind done, to lose Wei Ying like this? He can't breathe, and his heart is beating too fast, and his vision seems to swim. He feels like he's drowning, and he keeps swimming up towards a hand that's just out of reach. "Stop --!"
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He doesn't get far, not before a hand fastens around his and he stumbles to a halt. He's torn, feeling as though he doesn't have the face to even look at Lan Zhan, and the impulsive beat of hot blood in his veins urging him to do something he'll probably regret.
"Lan Zhan?"
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"Wei Ying, I know I cannot expect the two of us to feel the same. I promise to respect your position, and I refuse to let it impact our friendship." If he were anyone but Hanguang-Jun, he'd sound desperate at the moment. "I acted selfishly. I will not attempt to sway you any longer."
To be fair, Wei Ying had said he should try it, but he recognizes that he should have stopped partially between trying to wile him with his flirtatious charms, and actually kissing him. And leaning in to do it a second time.
He's holding onto a breath.
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"And- what're you- stop telling me how I feel or what my position is, can't you be direct? I barely know what we're talking about!"
This was exactly why Wei Wuxian would never be good at family or clan politics. He hated talking around subjects, trying to guess someone's intention because they couldn't just say it, or worse, faking respect for people he didn't feel it for.
Of course, saying what he'd said, he couldn't very well tiptoe around things himself.
"I was jealous, okay?" he looks down and tries to pull his hand away, "hearing you talk about the boy you like. Being a stand-in while you're thinking about him."
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He gathers his thoughts to put to words when Wei Ying, always as he does, continues before he can take a breath, and--
--And that's. Not. The direction he thought this conversation was going. Surely he couldn't be jealous of the other boy, perhaps he was just jealous in general and wanted someone - anyone to cherish him. Anyone else. A girl. But hadn't - hadn't Wei Ying figured it out by now? Isn't that why he left, that he couldn't stand to be thought of in such a way? My heart can't take it, he'd said.
He lets Wei Ying pull his hand away, but in a blessed moment of silence, he heaves a puff of breath. "Wei Ying." He looks up into his eyes from the floor, because he wants him to know he's being honest, even if it physically pains him to have to meet Wei Ying in the eyes. "I was thinking about you."
Then he lets go entirely, and takes one step back, so he can give Wei Ying some space. He might have messed this whole thing up, but Wei Ying doesn't deserve this anger, these frustrations.
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