angryhearts | January Open Post

January Open Post

WHO: Open to All

WHAT: Just a January Open Post, Lan Wangjis Birthday, Whatever you want

WHEN: Open to the Whole Month - New Years, Birthday, etc

WHERE: Anywhere in the hotel

NOTES: Warnings in threads. Just an open post to give us a little something to do i January

The New Year arrives and even if there is no way for them to really tell time, just keeping track of days and a few conversations with staff helps them pinpoint when it happens. Not that anyone can tell what the year is, but at least people can welcome the start of a new year in this place.

Care to celebrate the new year? Find a supply of noisemakers or hats in one of the shops and create your own new year traditions. Might as well celebrate the fact that the hotel hasn't tried to mess with anyone lately!

And with the new year also brings January birthdays! Lan Wangji (both of them) are born during this month and so a dining hall has been set up with streamers and decorations. As well as cakes and desserts for everyone to enjoy. A special (slightly boring) meal of fruits and vegetables has been laid out as the day's specialty.

Have another January birthday you want to celebrate? Have another reason to be out and exploring? Feel free to top level with your own ideas and let's have the characters enjoy their time together.

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He smiles softly and looks at him lovingly. With all the devotion he holds for him for thirteen years, it burns brightly. The song Wangxian is what brought them together, make them endure hardship and bond them forevermore.

"Mn. Yes, this song is us and you remembered. That's how I recognized you. Shall I sing for you after you tell me your story?" With his singing ability, he can help calm him and ease his worries.

"I don't know if I can come up with a very good story after that one. You have me beat, Lan Zhan. But I wouldn't mind hearing you sing it again."

He enjoys hearing the man sing to him. it's soothing and he doesn't get to enjoy it very often.

He strokes his hair, cups his face, and carressing it.

"And it's okay. I warned you though. If I sing, I'll put you to sleep."

"A-ah...I don't think I would make a very good canvas." He reaches up to itch the side of his face with his finger as he laughs softly in embarrassment.

"Mm...that is true. And if you really want to fully celebrate your birthday then it would be sad if I fell asleep too quickly."

Because he is sure the man won't be satisfied with simply telling stories and talking for the night.

With a nod, "All right, I'll paint you as the god that I always see you as with so many flowers. How is that?"

He brings in a blank, fresh canvas, dips his brush, and washes off the paint, and then starts painting working on the colors.

"It will be a while as I work on the painting gege so if you like, you can lean on me or rest your head on my lap. I don't mind."

"It's my favorite song...because everytime I sing it, I think of you and only you."

He thinks he wouldn't go to sleep. He starts humming and singing the lyrics. The song is so sweet and romantic.

Wei Wuxian closes his eyes as he listens, enjoying the sound before he starts to sing along with him. Although he has mostly played the song and not really sung it, he still knows the words.

He looks around, worried that someone might see him doing such a thing and think he is being indecent in such a public place. But the staff seems busy and there aren't many others around. So he slowly shifts and adjusts his position so that he can lay comfortably.

Placing his head in San Lang's lap he looks up at the canvas so that he can watch the colors be spread across it.

He brushed his slender fingers through his bangs, looking at him with such love and devotion. Hua Cheng is a very accomplished painter and having lived as long as his beloved, he can paint everything in perfect memory.

With a paintbrush, he draws on the blank canvas. A picture is slowly forming as he works on the details of the scene and the colors from the tip of his brush as he draws flowers against a background of dark green, a picturesque garden that is his ideal and vision of paradise.

In the garden, he eventually draws Xie Lian as he is now, wearing all white robes, his scarf, and his wide brim hat taking shape under the graceful strokes of his brush.

"I always left flowers at your temple gege."

It makes him happy to see his husband memorized the song so well, the tune, the notes, and the words. When he finished the song, he feels peaceful but still lonely and in that loneliness, his husband occupies completely in his heart. How he wishes they're back home in their jingshi together.

"That's good singing, Wei Ying. You remember."

He watches the image take shape. It's relaxing to watch him paint and he wonders if they were back on their world if they would be allowed such a luxury or if their lives would be too busy. He would like to think they would get to have at least some moments like this. But he does miss being home regardless.

"I know..." The small boy who replenished the flower in his statue's hand whenever it wilted comes to his mind. That moment when he told him to live for him.

What a long journey they both have had to get to this point.

"Of course I remember, Lan Zhan. I'll never forget it." He may forget a lot of other things and his youth is little more then a blur at times, but that song is imprinted on his soul. He carried it with him from one lifetime into the next and he will continue to carry it for eternity.

He slowly loosens his embrace around him, cups his face, and looking at him lovingly in his eyes.

"Are you sleepy yet or should I tell more stories?"

He smiles up at him, "You know I don't get tired this early. I'll listen to as many stories as you want to tell."

"All right." He wraps his arms around him in a hug and places his head on his shoulders.

"I know a few that I read from books." He's going to tell him stories. Fairy tales with prince and princess. Myths about gods and immortals. Of heroes that does glorious and impressive feats. Fables with animals in them and weaving stories of their lives in the forest.

He must have lost track of time and hours telling him stories. There is no time in Wonderland. Just an eternal twilight on the outside of the hotel.

"Are you sleepy not?"

He listens to the stories quietly, occasionally asking a question about a part of the stories or some of the characters. He doesn't mind that the stories go on for a long time. When he finishes, he tilts his head slightly to look up at him.

"You're the one doing all the work with telling the stories, Lan Zhan. Are you sleepy?"

He answers his questions about the plot and the characters, and even make up some scenes. During that time, they forget they're residents of the hotel. He puts the books aside and assembles them in a neat tower on the bedside table.

"No, not yet. But looking at the time, I must say that it's time to make you your dinner and then have our shower." As hours have passed since then. "You can take a nap if you want to. It will take me some time to cook."

"You're going to do the cooking on your birthday while I sleep? That doesn't seem very fair to you." But they both know that if Wei Wuxian cooked anything it would be a disaster that Lan wangji would not eat.

He does sit up so that the man can shift or adjust his position if he wants to since they have been laying there for quite some time.

"It's fine. I always cook, so I don't mind it. I'll cook your favorites which is pork rib with lotus stew. I'll make it spicy for you."

He got out of bed to go to the kitchen. As he stands at the counter, he brings out the ingredients to get ready to cook which will take two hours to make the soup to boil the ingredients and boiling rice.

"You should be having your favorite food on your birthday, not mine." He smiles as he flops back down on the bed. Since it will be awhile he doesn't see any reason not to take advantage of the warm bed and a nice nap.

"Wei Ying, I eat vegetarian dishes for most of my life. Ever since I married you, I learned to eat meat. And anyway, anything Wei Ying eats, I eat from the same dish."

Food tends to be organized by the plates, meat goes on one plate, vegetables on another, and picks up by chopstick. As Wei Ying can see as Lan Wangji cooks and sets up their dinner on the table.

"Come eat with me, Wei Ying."

He crawls out of bed and waddles over to the table, plopping down at it as he blinks away the sleepiness that entered his eyes as he napped off an on during the cooking process.

"Smells good." Probably looks good to once he can finally focus his eyesight.

He missed home too. For now, he keeps him company to help ease his homesickness. He painted the rest of the picture, adding in details, drawing his god in the garden surveying the flowers with delicate. He's so detailed even on the clothes and his expression. Then it takes an hour to paint in the right hues of pink for the sakura blossoms and draw every last petal.

It's quiet and meditative even to paint a picture completely from a vision, from a dream. Once it's complete, he laid his paintbrush down. "The picture is complete gege."

"It's beautiful, San Lang." He smiles as he looks up at it. It really is quite lovely and watching it be revealed in front of him was wonderful to watch. He could easily watch him paint all day.

"What are you going to do next?"

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