[ He knows it to be a tease. Lan Zhan has bent many of the Lan principles for Wei Ying, even broken them, but those he can uphold without any ill effect on his... companion... he continues to do so. Luckily, Wei Ying is far more passionate about alcohol than he is meat, and even the addition of spice to his food when he visits Gusu isn't too difficult for Lan Zhan to cater to.
He shouldn't cater to Wei Ying's every whim, according to his uncle and plenty of other elders in their sect. Lan Zhan silently disagrees and continues to support Wei Ying to live the happiest, fullest life possible. Even if that means him leaving Lan Zhan behind in Cloud Recesses. Even if his vision of a peaceful existence is far from peaceful in Lan Zhan's eyes. Wei Ying is a warrior, despite how he laments the loss of Suibian. He battles expectations with every step he takes towards justice, and while sometimes that road has taken him through self-destructive territories, Wei Ying is nothing if not stubbornly optimistic. His words are his shield, music his weapon, and may the heavens pity anyone who stands in his way.
Reclined as he is on the ground, Lan Zhan is spared the embarrassment of reaching to brush the hair from his eyes simply because he isn't within reach. Such a fearsome man contained behind such a beautiful face, strength bottled in a slender frame. ]
You fear no man.
[ Least of all Lan Zhan, if his constant teasing means anything. If the way he pushes and prods, searching for attention and then leaving when it is awarded to him, is an indication of fear, then it is one that Lan Zhan neither understands nor accepts. Rabbits may scatter from an unfamiliar threat, but even a solemn, solitary bear may befriend them with time.
Not that Lan Zhan imagines himself a bear. ]
What help do you need, Wei Ying?
[ He asks as he crosses his legs beneath him and folds to the ground, shaking out his sleeves to either side so they flow over his knees. Seated, there's even less distance between him and Wei Ying, and he rests the hand closest to him with the palm raised. No word of reminder, but Wei Ying had requested to hold his hand, after all. ]
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He shouldn't cater to Wei Ying's every whim, according to his uncle and plenty of other elders in their sect. Lan Zhan silently disagrees and continues to support Wei Ying to live the happiest, fullest life possible. Even if that means him leaving Lan Zhan behind in Cloud Recesses. Even if his vision of a peaceful existence is far from peaceful in Lan Zhan's eyes. Wei Ying is a warrior, despite how he laments the loss of Suibian. He battles expectations with every step he takes towards justice, and while sometimes that road has taken him through self-destructive territories, Wei Ying is nothing if not stubbornly optimistic. His words are his shield, music his weapon, and may the heavens pity anyone who stands in his way.
Reclined as he is on the ground, Lan Zhan is spared the embarrassment of reaching to brush the hair from his eyes simply because he isn't within reach. Such a fearsome man contained behind such a beautiful face, strength bottled in a slender frame. ]
You fear no man.
[ Least of all Lan Zhan, if his constant teasing means anything. If the way he pushes and prods, searching for attention and then leaving when it is awarded to him, is an indication of fear, then it is one that Lan Zhan neither understands nor accepts. Rabbits may scatter from an unfamiliar threat, but even a solemn, solitary bear may befriend them with time.
Not that Lan Zhan imagines himself a bear. ]
What help do you need, Wei Ying?
[ He asks as he crosses his legs beneath him and folds to the ground, shaking out his sleeves to either side so they flow over his knees. Seated, there's even less distance between him and Wei Ying, and he rests the hand closest to him with the palm raised. No word of reminder, but Wei Ying had requested to hold his hand, after all. ]