#meanwhile wwx is just like i must resist all temptation

[drwcn]

just { before the sun falls} things/snippets that I’ve been thinking about because my brain can’t focus on exams. They’re not in any order. Take from it what you will. 

(the lwj in my head will always be the cql version, bc…well bc i haven’t seen any of the other variations lol.) 

Wei Wuxian was…incensed. Incensed because it was unfair how utterly, ethereally beautiful Lan Zhan was. Did he have to be so…so…much? Sitting there with his eyes cast down almost demure, pulling back his sleeve to reveal his deceivingly delicate wrist as he poured them tea from a white porcelain pot that lost its luster next to his jade-esque skin.

They were alone in the riverside pavillion. The early summer day was lovely with a gentle sun and an even gentler breeze mixing the fragrance of water lilies with Lan Zhan’s longjing tea and the faint sandalwood scent of….well himself. 

In his pale blue and white robes, Lan Wangji could claim to be a god descending upon earth, and nary a soul would have questioned it. 

Wei Wuxian swallowed. He’d never been taciturn with Lan Zhan, never. In fact, when they’d been students at Cloud Recesses, he had reveled in pushing Lan Zhan’s every button and driving him up the wall -

- oh god, Wei Ying…

Suddenly, a more salacious interpretation of driving Lan Zhan up the wall came to mind. Wei Wuxian all but flinched, grinding his molars together and desperately trying to force his imagination to stop wondering if the length of Lan Zhan’s neck was equally pale and smooth as his wrist if he tossed his head back - 

Fuck. 

Politically arranged or not, this engagement was definitely going to be the end of him.

Heavens have mercy, why did his shijie and Zewu-jun insist on this ‘get to know each other’ charade? He and Lan Zhan already knew each other! They were familiar, friends even, if he dared to assume such a thing. They were friends…right?

Well, some friend you are, Wei Wuxian, lusting after Lan Zhan the way you do. God if he knew…

Wei Wuxian hid a wince. If Lan Zhan knew, he’d be disgusted, wouldn’t he? Of course, dutiful and loyal as he was, he wouldn’t ever show his personal displeasure at their arrangement. Far more than a personal union, theirs was an alliance of their clans for mutual protection against a common enemy. Sure, the Nies supported Gusu, but Qinghe was far away. When Wen Ruohan’s corpse army descends upon them, Gusu would be Yunmeng’s closest ally geographically, and now with their marriage, politically too. Shijie had told him Wen Xu had burned Cloud Recesses to the ground. If he knew Lan Zhan at all, and he did, he could be sure that Hanguang-jun would do anything to protect and avenge his sect, even if it meant degrading himself by marrying the son of a servant. 

The son of a servant who apparently was all too eager to jump his bones. 

Wei Wuxian’s knuckles turned white under the table. You’re a monster, Wei Wuxian, a monster. 

~

“This is treachery! What you have done goes against everything our sect stands for!” 

“What I have done kept you alive! I am not like you, Da-ge, not like Father, it’s true. But not all things in this world can be solved with a sword or a saber.”

The younger Nie’s uncharacteristic fortitude rendered Chifeng-zun momentarily speechless. He rounded about the table, taking a seat slowly. When he spoke again, however, his voice was strained and quiet. “I thought I knew the kind of man you are, Huaisang. These days, it’s like I never did.” 

Nie Huaisang, for once, could not be cowed. “Sometimes, Da-ge, Qinghe needs a man like me.”

~

The crypts were crumpling around her. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear her older brothers calling out her name. “A-Su! A-SU!! Get out of there quick!” 

But theirs was not the voice she strained to find. Over the rumbling of rocks, she detected a panicked, teary cry. Qin Su dashed deeper into the tunnel, screaming, “xiao-Yu!!  Xiao-Yu!! Where are you?!” 

*xiao = little. a commonly used diminutive in names for younger siblings, which in this case is Mo Xuanyu. 

~ 

“That one is not to be trusted.” Jiang Yanli said when they were finally alone. 

Wei Wuxian frowned. “Lianfang-zun? But he…Zewu-jun assured us that -”

“Lan Xichen is a good man, but remember my A-Xian,” His sister took his hand and held it between her own. Yanli’s touch, as ever, was gentle, but her eyes when they looked into his were shrewd. “There’s only three reasons in the world to smile: to express one’s happiness, to cope with an awkward situation, or to hide one’s true intentions. And you and I both know that a man like Meng Yao, though good with his words he may be, has very little to be happy about.”

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okay back to studying.