Lan Wangji felt his heart skipping a beat when a very familiar laugh sounded through the quiet of Cloud Recesses, coming from somewhere nearby. Without thinking much of it, he changed directions to pass by the usual trio of friends sitting around the courtyard, talking about something Lan Wangji didn't feel like he wanted to actually pay attention.
Wei Ying was like the sun coming out from behind a large cloud, his smile, his laugh was just so bright (so beautiful). Lan Wangji almost paused his walking, but got hold of himself and averted his eyes from the beautiful boy he refuses to acknowledge stole his heart.
While doing this, he ended up looking briefly at Nie Huaisang, who sat closer to Wei Ying with a soft expression behind his opened fan.
Lan Wangji recognizes that expression. A soft tiny smile, together with soft eyes that twinkles with youthful feelings.
Oh. Oh no. He can't possibly be in l-
Lan Wangji glares.
Nie Huaisang turns around and smirks at him, before turning to give all his attention to whatever Wei Ying was saying.
Lan Wangji glared harder.
If Nie Huaisang wanted a war. He was going to have one.
Wei Ying is his
"Ah! Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying exclaimed loudly with a even brighter smile on his face.
Pausing, Lan Wangji nodded at him and then continued his walking, shooting a last glare at his brother's friend's little brother, who only smirked yet again.
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It's all empty
you have never considered yourself a special follower of the dragon sect — but you are more than obliged to Qingheng-jun and are close to Lan Qiren to understand that the only way you can pay your moral duty and fulfill the role of a friend is to stay by side until your time comes.
it's not that you have a long time left — phoenixes don't have the same ambiguous or long lifespan — but you don't regret the thought of spending the rest like this. after all, Qingheng-jun's kids are adorable, and although you love to pamper and play with LAN XICHEN, letting him be a child while his uncle is not watching, having come to terms with your personality since you were young, — but teasing little thoughtful LAN WANGJI is also fun.
he's just so closed and quiet, even at such a tender age — what will happen when he grows up? you conspiratorially say Lan Qiren when you continue to squeeze his nephews, but Lan Qiren for the first time in front of them looks more like he's even ready to let you set fire to the house, so long as you don't bother him, and to curious eyes you just say that you have your secrets. after all, everyone has their secrets, right? — here you can force the strictest dragon in the world to put up with you, as long as you don't start switching to heavy artillery — LAN XICHEN looks at you with admiration with big shining eyes, while LAN WANGJI timidly accepts hugs.
cuties, cutest little dragons.
they love you, don't they?
constantly follow you, seek your presence and willingly allow themselves to hide in your arms, as if seeking protection from the whole world — you can only gently embrace them, cradling, pressing to your heart.
cute little dragons.
LAN XICHEN and LAN WANGJI are hard and not like ordinary children, but you are sure that they will grow strong and gentle — you just have to cover them with your wings, making sure that they do not repeat after their father or their uncle. they should not become part of this circle.
LAN XICHEN is obedient and noble; LAN WANGJI is thoughtful and gentle. they are both like moonlight and winter morning. all this is empty — you think when carefully take them out into the city, trying to somehow awaken their interest beyond being perfect and well-mannered.
you don't dare blame Lan Qiren — you know what he's like — but you also understand that anyone can't raise children like him. and neither like you.
but what can you do?
not that you'll ever have phoenix-dragon hatchling hybrids.
when you carefully break a piece of a three-piece mantou, giving them your part, even if both LAN XICHEN and LAN WANGJI try not to give out what they liked it, you just want to squeeze their cheeks, hide them in your arms and never let them go.
LAN XICHEN and LAN WANGJI like to hug, although the latter is more sticky; LAN XICHEN is more willing to seek approval and praise, trustingly poking into your palm, trying to see what will make you happy. LAN WANGJI has expressive eyes in which what he feels always floats, even if his face is like the untouched surface of a winter lake; LAN XICHEN'S hands tremble slightly when he is under pressure, but his smile is almost perfectly trained, even if you still see excitement and anxiety in his eyes.
LAN WANGJI is deeply immersed in himself and builds a bubble; LAN XICHEN is afraid to look inside himself, but willingly curls into a ball when you stroke him, allowing what none of you will allow anyone else. LAN WANGJI gets up early — always — but may not sleep for a long time, although he prefers morning. LAN XICHEN gets up early, but prefers late evening and early night, enjoying the time when it is impossible to see each other's faces.
their horns are beautiful, like their father's, and exquisitely curved. The tail of LAN WANGJI is lighter in hue, but the horns of LAN XICHEN have a more catchy coral shade.
you are so fond of two little dragons that are no longer small, but still looking up at you from the bottom up, like your chicks, who are growing faster and faster every year.
the two of them have cool hands, but that only means their hearts are hot.
the real dragons.
your precious ones.
when LAN WANGJI cries, he always puffs out his cheeks, frowning, while big tears drip from his bright eyes like red-hot gold, and even his tail hits the ground as if warning; LAN XICHEN cries more defenselessly, with a frightened, alarmed expression, like a hunted animal, and his tail freezes in place, trembling.
they are completely different.
you really hope they won't cry.
phoenixes are reborn from their own ashes, so one day you will definitely come back.
definitely.
...
the only thing you regret is that you didn't have time to say 'goodbye'.
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