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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"Whatever you want, Lan Zhan. I'm fine right now." He walks over to the bed and sits down on it. He looks over towards the library, forgetting how many books he has managed to give the man over the last several months thanks to his requests to the hotel. He wishes he could continue to help him build it but without the help of the hotel it is hard.

"Being in this room tonight is almost going to be like a vacation." A special night in a new place even though it isn't really that new. It's just a place they haven't been in awhile.

Lan Wangji is fine building his library on his own, but he finds Wei Ying's sweetness and willingness to help him to be very touching.

"I don't have anything planned." He said. "Just reading books, care for the animals, and cooking dinner for you." For him, his only purpose is to care for his husband that he gladly lives by each day simply.

He takes a few books and finds a place on the bed to sit. "You can rest while I read. Or if you want to read, you can help yourself. Unless you want me to read a story to you?"

"Well the dinner part is done so you don't really have to worry about that. I couldn't eat another bite after the food downstairs."

Wei Wuxian scoots a little more onto the bed and then flops onto his stomach, kicking his feet into the air behind him.

"Why don't you read me a story first, and then after that I'll tell you a story."

With a nod and the chosen book on hand, "Mn." He scoots closer to him and encourages him to lay his head on his lap.

He looks a little stuck on that, "What kind of stories? I have a book about poetry and another about fables with animals in them. Another is an anthology of fairy tales."

"Whatever you feel like telling, Lan Zhan." He'll try to stay awake through all of it regardless of what it is. He shifts so that he can lay his head in the man's lap and relaxes as he waits for him to chose whatever story he wishes to read.

"If you don't want to read it aloud, I don't mind if you would prefer to read silently."

With a nod, he slowly slides his arms around him and hugs him very tightly. He picks him up, brushes through his hair and places his head on his chest to help him listen to his heartbeat as they lay together on the bed.

"I'll tell you a story." He whispered, sweet and low. A story to help him go to sleep.

"How about I tell you a story about how I composed wangxian? Our song."

"Ohh...that seems like a very good story. I'd like to hear it." He rests his head against him and wraps his arm around Lan Wangji's middle. He knows so little about the song besides the fact that it was composed for them. So to hear the story of its creation is a very interesting one to him.

He rocks him back and forth gently, wrapping his arms around him, stroking through his hair.

"There isn't much to tell, Wei Ying. I created the song because I was in love with you and compose the song only for you. During that time, I did my best to clear your crimes and your name. I don't think it's all in vain even if people don't believe me. I had always believed in you. So when I get lonely, I play and sing this song for myself and Sizhui as well." Sizhui, their son is waiting for them back home, his tone is somber on the name.

Looking into his eyes, "This song is my soul and it's for you."

"It's for us, Lan Zhan." He smiles and looks up at him lovingly. It may have been composed with him in mind, but the song is what eventually brought them back together.

"And I'll never forget it no matter how many lives I go through."

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."

"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.

"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.

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."

"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.

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