[ Scowling, Jiang Cheng shrugs Wei Wuxian off his shoulder only to pull him into a rough one-armed hug, rolling his eyes at the mention of Lan Wangji. ]
You're kidding. That's what you're upset about?
[ Shifting in his seat, Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian what approximates to an affectionate shove between them, expression long-suffering but undeniably fond. ]
It's Lan Wangji. What doesn't annoy him? Besides, what do you need him for when you've got me?
[ He starts to mention the promise Wei Wuxian made him, then remembers that it hasn't been made yet, at least not in his brother's memory. He sighs instead, giving Wei Wuxian's shoulders a squeeze. Maybe it's his turn to make that promise. ]
I always want to see you, even when you're annoying.
I thought we were finally reaching an understanding! That we're friends now! But maybe that's just hopeful thinking.
[he accepts the shove, and even smiles a little at it. jiang cheng, his dearest brother - even as rough as he can be, wei wuxian knows he cares. and moments like this remind him just how much. they're not brothers by blood, but it doesn't matter - they're family, always, forever, as long as their hearts still beat and their souls live.
wei wuxian topples them both over until they're a heap of limbs on the bed, heads at the foot and feet at the headboard. sheets slip off the mattress - too soft, too much give - and they land with a soft sound. like this, wei wuxian is lying on top of jiang cheng - like they're kids again, rough-housing and tumbling all over the floor mats.]
[ Despite this strident protest, Jiang Cheng does nothing to discourage or prevent being pulled down, his scowl losing its hard edge until it's nothing more than a put-upon pout.
He stares up at Wei Wuxian and does nothing to dislodge him, a flush of warmth in his chest at his brother's declaration. Jiang Cheng's missed this these last three months, spent all their time apart regretting his harsh words and how he treated Wei Wuxian in the midst of his grief.
Then Wei Wuxian speaks of missing home, and Jiang Cheng's heart lodges somewhere in his throat.
He tries to choke it back down, bury the pain that's still so fresh in his mind. ]
...this is home, [ he mumbles instead, one hand clasping over Wei Wuxian's own. ] It's where we are, and we have each other. So let's make it our home.
[ He knows it's not the same, but maybe it's easier for him to look ahead because he knows home isn't waiting for them anymore. ]
[he misses a lot of things - he misses the salt-sting of yunmeng's air, seawater finding its way into the rivers, and he misses the hustle and bustle of its cobbled streets, boots and horse shoes clacking on the stones and bricks lining the streets. he misses the warmth of the pavilion's halls, the delicate paper paneling of the doors, the sheer silk curtains that caress the windows with every breeze that whistles through their home.
wei wuxian misses home.
but jiang cheng is right; this is home too. the beating of jiang cheng's heart against wei wuxian's cheek is the song of his own heart, and its rhythm a warm embrace that's as precious as the finest notes played on ivory or jade. home doesn't have to be anchored to any one place, even if sentiment wars against the very thought. home can be in each other, in each touch, in each word spoken with sincerity.
he's glad jiang cheng is here with him. selfish, he knows. but this way wei wuxian needn't wonder if his brother is safe, if he's eating properly, if he's admitting to the limits of his body.]
We're gonna have to redecorate this place. It's too... ugly.
[ Jiang Cheng agrees that with a quiet sigh, folding an arm around Wei Wuxian as they lay there entangled, the increasingly familiar thrum of Chroma a pleasant warmth between them. ]
I'm sure A-Jie will get here eventually. It's our job to make things nice before she does. We can't have her coming in and see that we live like this.
[ Cracking a smile at the thought of it, of Yanli walking in to see her boys as they've always been, an impossible mess without her fortifying presence, Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian a squeeze as he gazes up at the ceiling. ]
...well, I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised even if she did. But let's do better for her. Let's work hard and give her a place to come home to.
We'll have to clean. We'll have to take down the ugly decorations and replace them with better ones. And... kitchen things for shijie. Only the best for her, when she gets here.
[ they can do this. they can build a new home, however temporary, and make a place for themselves here. carve out a niche for the yunmeng jiang, establish the sect in spirit if not strictly in name. jiang cheng has wei wuxian, and wei wuxian has jiang cheng.
they'll be unstoppable.
wei wuxian folds his arms over jiang cheng's chest, peers up at his brother's face with a moue on his expression. ]
We'll always be together. No matter what happens. Don't forget, okay?
A clay soup pot, the kind she likes... You can paint the outside for her. She'd like that.
[ Musing this idly, Jiang Cheng brings his other arm around Wei Wuxian as well, to keep the stupid, clumsy oaf from falling. That's all.
At that last reminder, he blinks and peers down in turn, nose wrinkling slightly at how close their faces are, close enough that his brother appears slightly out of focus. Sighing, he strokes a hand over Wei Wuxian's head the way Yanli would were she only here, trying to be patient with him. ]
Of course. Don't be stupid. You're the one who went missing on me for months. I'm not going anywhere.
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You're kidding. That's what you're upset about?
[ Shifting in his seat, Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian what approximates to an affectionate shove between them, expression long-suffering but undeniably fond. ]
It's Lan Wangji. What doesn't annoy him? Besides, what do you need him for when you've got me?
[ He starts to mention the promise Wei Wuxian made him, then remembers that it hasn't been made yet, at least not in his brother's memory. He sighs instead, giving Wei Wuxian's shoulders a squeeze. Maybe it's his turn to make that promise. ]
I always want to see you, even when you're annoying.
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[he accepts the shove, and even smiles a little at it. jiang cheng, his dearest brother - even as rough as he can be, wei wuxian knows he cares. and moments like this remind him just how much. they're not brothers by blood, but it doesn't matter - they're family, always, forever, as long as their hearts still beat and their souls live.
wei wuxian topples them both over until they're a heap of limbs on the bed, heads at the foot and feet at the headboard. sheets slip off the mattress - too soft, too much give - and they land with a soft sound. like this, wei wuxian is lying on top of jiang cheng - like they're kids again, rough-housing and tumbling all over the floor mats.]
I always want to see you too, Jiang Cheng.
...I miss home.
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[ Despite this strident protest, Jiang Cheng does nothing to discourage or prevent being pulled down, his scowl losing its hard edge until it's nothing more than a put-upon pout.
He stares up at Wei Wuxian and does nothing to dislodge him, a flush of warmth in his chest at his brother's declaration. Jiang Cheng's missed this these last three months, spent all their time apart regretting his harsh words and how he treated Wei Wuxian in the midst of his grief.
Then Wei Wuxian speaks of missing home, and Jiang Cheng's heart lodges somewhere in his throat.
He tries to choke it back down, bury the pain that's still so fresh in his mind. ]
...this is home, [ he mumbles instead, one hand clasping over Wei Wuxian's own. ] It's where we are, and we have each other. So let's make it our home.
[ He knows it's not the same, but maybe it's easier for him to look ahead because he knows home isn't waiting for them anymore. ]
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[he misses a lot of things - he misses the salt-sting of yunmeng's air, seawater finding its way into the rivers, and he misses the hustle and bustle of its cobbled streets, boots and horse shoes clacking on the stones and bricks lining the streets. he misses the warmth of the pavilion's halls, the delicate paper paneling of the doors, the sheer silk curtains that caress the windows with every breeze that whistles through their home.
wei wuxian misses home.
but jiang cheng is right; this is home too. the beating of jiang cheng's heart against wei wuxian's cheek is the song of his own heart, and its rhythm a warm embrace that's as precious as the finest notes played on ivory or jade. home doesn't have to be anchored to any one place, even if sentiment wars against the very thought. home can be in each other, in each touch, in each word spoken with sincerity.
he's glad jiang cheng is here with him. selfish, he knows. but this way wei wuxian needn't wonder if his brother is safe, if he's eating properly, if he's admitting to the limits of his body.]
We're gonna have to redecorate this place. It's too... ugly.
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[ Jiang Cheng agrees that with a quiet sigh, folding an arm around Wei Wuxian as they lay there entangled, the increasingly familiar thrum of Chroma a pleasant warmth between them. ]
I'm sure A-Jie will get here eventually. It's our job to make things nice before she does. We can't have her coming in and see that we live like this.
[ Cracking a smile at the thought of it, of Yanli walking in to see her boys as they've always been, an impossible mess without her fortifying presence, Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian a squeeze as he gazes up at the ceiling. ]
...well, I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised even if she did. But let's do better for her. Let's work hard and give her a place to come home to.
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[ they can do this. they can build a new home, however temporary, and make a place for themselves here. carve out a niche for the yunmeng jiang, establish the sect in spirit if not strictly in name. jiang cheng has wei wuxian, and wei wuxian has jiang cheng.
they'll be unstoppable.
wei wuxian folds his arms over jiang cheng's chest, peers up at his brother's face with a moue on his expression. ]
We'll always be together. No matter what happens. Don't forget, okay?
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[ Musing this idly, Jiang Cheng brings his other arm around Wei Wuxian as well, to keep the stupid, clumsy oaf from falling. That's all.
At that last reminder, he blinks and peers down in turn, nose wrinkling slightly at how close their faces are, close enough that his brother appears slightly out of focus. Sighing, he strokes a hand over Wei Wuxian's head the way Yanli would were she only here, trying to be patient with him. ]
Of course. Don't be stupid. You're the one who went missing on me for months. I'm not going anywhere.