[ A joke, and he prays to the heavens that Wei Ying hears the softened tone of his voice, strains to see the uptick of his lips that indicates a smile. He is unskilled in teasing, but Wei Ying's playful nature inspires it in him. It is another change in the long list that has overtaken the old Lan Zhan and formed him into a new, more human creature. Since being overcome by the storm that is Wei Ying, an unknowable tempest, Lan Zhan has certainly learned how to float along in new and unconventional ways. First, it was as students when Wei Ying was the only thing close to a friend that Lan Zhan had ever known. Brash, brave, bold. A gust of fresh air rattling the shutters on Cloud Recesses' windows and sending the pages of ancient tomes fluttering. Later, it was as the founder of his own cultivation, new yet old, thrillingly terrifying and perverse. Lan Zhan still wonders if he might have been able to help if he'd sought to understand more than admonish. Maybe, if he had known that tortures Wei Ying was facing, of the lack of a golden core to temper the evil he claimed to control, they could have weathered such self-inflicted evils together.
Wei Ying's fingernails dig into the meat of his palm and draw him back to the present, out of thoughts of a past life and towards this second one. It is not the pain as much as it is the pressure of another's touch. How pathetic, that even a cruel touch from his beloved is one he treasures. Self-flagellation at the hands of another.
He huffs a breath of annoyance. Here he is, baring his heart and soul to Wei Ying with the moon as his witness, and he speaks of hair ornaments. Yes, it is a free world, and Lan Zhan is free to pry one hand from Wei Ying's hold, reach up to the silver that curves through the air above his head, and wrench it free. His hair falls down around his face as he drops the piece of jewelry to lie in the grass, fallen mercury or perhaps, given the shape, a snake ready to strike. If it is distracting Wei Ying, then it is an enemy. Let it be a snake. ]
losing my shit laughing at Lan head ornaments being torture devices
[ A joke, and he prays to the heavens that Wei Ying hears the softened tone of his voice, strains to see the uptick of his lips that indicates a smile. He is unskilled in teasing, but Wei Ying's playful nature inspires it in him. It is another change in the long list that has overtaken the old Lan Zhan and formed him into a new, more human creature. Since being overcome by the storm that is Wei Ying, an unknowable tempest, Lan Zhan has certainly learned how to float along in new and unconventional ways. First, it was as students when Wei Ying was the only thing close to a friend that Lan Zhan had ever known. Brash, brave, bold. A gust of fresh air rattling the shutters on Cloud Recesses' windows and sending the pages of ancient tomes fluttering. Later, it was as the founder of his own cultivation, new yet old, thrillingly terrifying and perverse. Lan Zhan still wonders if he might have been able to help if he'd sought to understand more than admonish. Maybe, if he had known that tortures Wei Ying was facing, of the lack of a golden core to temper the evil he claimed to control, they could have weathered such self-inflicted evils together.
Wei Ying's fingernails dig into the meat of his palm and draw him back to the present, out of thoughts of a past life and towards this second one. It is not the pain as much as it is the pressure of another's touch. How pathetic, that even a cruel touch from his beloved is one he treasures. Self-flagellation at the hands of another.
He huffs a breath of annoyance. Here he is, baring his heart and soul to Wei Ying with the moon as his witness, and he speaks of hair ornaments. Yes, it is a free world, and Lan Zhan is free to pry one hand from Wei Ying's hold, reach up to the silver that curves through the air above his head, and wrench it free. His hair falls down around his face as he drops the piece of jewelry to lie in the grass, fallen mercury or perhaps, given the shape, a snake ready to strike. If it is distracting Wei Ying, then it is an enemy. Let it be a snake. ]
You know that was not my request.