[ Though Wei Ying claims that the journey will take a day or longer with Lan Zhan's measured pace, the truth is that he is rushing to see him again. Despite his relatively hurried steps, walking the road alone nevertheless gives him time to reflect on what it is he is hurrying towards. It feels like they've danced around each other for such a long time: Wei Ying teasing and Lan Zhan attempting to understand his strange ways of communicating, of behaving. One minute, he brings up flattery, and the next he claims that Lan Zhan was greedy for it. He is playful—childish, to some—and it makes it all the more difficult for someone like Lan Zhan to parse his true meaning or how he genuinely feels.
Wei Ying isn't a child, yet Lan Zhan wishes to protect him as though he is family. He is no longer a swordsman, yet his movements are as beautiful and graceful as ever. They aren't lovers, yet Lan Zhan has loved him for more years than Wei Ying has been in his life.
He feels like a coward for admitting these feelings through a message rather than directly to Wei Ying's face as he deserves, but Lan Zhan is still learning how to interpret and act upon his own feelings, let alone those of others. He hasn't had long to practice, but Wei Ying gives him plenty of opportunities, both in his first life and this second one. That is another motivation for Lan Zhan who doesn't want to waste the gift that is a second opportunity to be at Wei Ying's side.
So Lan Zhan hurries. Not when he is in sight of others, such as Sizhui who follows him to the border of Cloud Recesses to bid him farewell and, oddly, good luck. Lan Zhan had only mentioned that he is going to meet Wei Ying and not the purpose, yet his son had smiled sweetly while a mischievous spark danced in his eyes. Lan Zhan is convinced that he'd somehow obtained such an expression from his youth with Wei Ying.
When he is halfway, as Wei Ying had suggested, he stops to admire the scenery. It would be more beautiful with Wei Ying there, long black hair and robes blowing in the breeze, red fabrics starkly contrasting the vivid green around him. Sighing, wondering when it was that Wei Ying came to fully occupy Lan Zhan's thoughts, he waits to see whether perhaps their timing is fortuitous, or if he will once again need to chase after his fated one. ]
for ~desultorily
[ Though Wei Ying claims that the journey will take a day or longer with Lan Zhan's measured pace, the truth is that he is rushing to see him again. Despite his relatively hurried steps, walking the road alone nevertheless gives him time to reflect on what it is he is hurrying towards. It feels like they've danced around each other for such a long time: Wei Ying teasing and Lan Zhan attempting to understand his strange ways of communicating, of behaving. One minute, he brings up flattery, and the next he claims that Lan Zhan was greedy for it. He is playful—childish, to some—and it makes it all the more difficult for someone like Lan Zhan to parse his true meaning or how he genuinely feels.
Wei Ying isn't a child, yet Lan Zhan wishes to protect him as though he is family. He is no longer a swordsman, yet his movements are as beautiful and graceful as ever. They aren't lovers, yet Lan Zhan has loved him for more years than Wei Ying has been in his life.
He feels like a coward for admitting these feelings through a message rather than directly to Wei Ying's face as he deserves, but Lan Zhan is still learning how to interpret and act upon his own feelings, let alone those of others. He hasn't had long to practice, but Wei Ying gives him plenty of opportunities, both in his first life and this second one. That is another motivation for Lan Zhan who doesn't want to waste the gift that is a second opportunity to be at Wei Ying's side.
So Lan Zhan hurries. Not when he is in sight of others, such as Sizhui who follows him to the border of Cloud Recesses to bid him farewell and, oddly, good luck. Lan Zhan had only mentioned that he is going to meet Wei Ying and not the purpose, yet his son had smiled sweetly while a mischievous spark danced in his eyes. Lan Zhan is convinced that he'd somehow obtained such an expression from his youth with Wei Ying.
When he is halfway, as Wei Ying had suggested, he stops to admire the scenery. It would be more beautiful with Wei Ying there, long black hair and robes blowing in the breeze, red fabrics starkly contrasting the vivid green around him. Sighing, wondering when it was that Wei Ying came to fully occupy Lan Zhan's thoughts, he waits to see whether perhaps their timing is fortuitous, or if he will once again need to chase after his fated one. ]