Fandom: Mo dao zu shi
Pairing: WangXian
Rating: general
Summary: Wei Wuxian was not expecting any strange news when he went to the orphanage that morning.
He was certainly not expecting to meet a man he had last seen when they were seventeen.And now Lan Wangji is apparently going to adopt a child… is the world ending or something?
“A-Xian, A-Xian!”
Wei Wuxian laughed, managing to take less than a step into the building before being completely blocked by an army of happily chattering children. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, kicking the door shut behind him. “Calm down, you little demons. Let me take off my jacket at leee– aaa -”
He was suddenly and mercilessly tackled to the ground by the combined efforts of a couple of the older boys and the absolutely vicious girl that had grabbed his legs. They fell in a heap of limbs and giggles, Wei Wuxian exhaling an exaggerated ooof just to make a point , spreading his arms on the pavement as if he were defeated after a great and long battle.
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Months went by in a similar fashion. He walked, he hid, he went wherever rumors told him there was trouble to offer his help. Somewhere along the line, he started talking to the souls.
They weren’t real words, of course, since he had no tongue to utter them; but he formed the thoughts in his heart, hoping they would reach them against all odds.
He talked to his best friend most of all.
I wish we had more time, XingChen. I wish I hadn’t been so harsh at Baixue’s temple. You didn’t deserve my words and still you gave me your eyes. I wish you hadn’t taken those words to heart and left immediately after. I wish the first thing I saw after opening my new eyes was your face, and not that of your teacher.
Sometimes he thought it was an exercise in futility. Could he even hear him? But during long nights spent alone he didn’t have much else to do except think, and regret, and hope.
It took almost a year of wandering before he felt the difference. Song Lan had lost count of the corpses he had put to rest, the beasts the had fought and the spirits he had exorcised; somewhere along the line everything had fallen into a sort of dull routine. A-Qing’s soul had not stirred anymore the way it did with the cow but still, somehow, after some months it felt a little bit more whole. Song Lan was not surprised that Xiao XingChen’s was far too broken to be mended by just a few, random night hunts.
Except that morning, when Song Lan was inspecting the pouches to make sure nothing was amiss and they were still in perfect conditions, something felt different. His best friend’s soul felt more present, somehow. If before it was a jumbled mess of pain and splinters, now it felt… more orderly.
A tremendous surge of hope and happiness almost knocked Song Lan out of his feet, and he had to kneel on the ground, too overwhelmed for anything else.
Xiao XingChen!
After so long, it almost felt like a dream. Too good to be true. But there it was, the indisputable truth of the change that had happened somewhere along the line. A minuscule one, but a change nonetheless.
Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi
Pairing: Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan
Set: at the end of Yi City arc
“What do you intend to do afterwards?”
Song Lan wrote, “Roam this world with Shuanghua. Exorcise evil beings alongside XingChen.”
How strange. He thinks that, had he been still alive, he would have felt his gut actually twist painfully, his breathing become more labored with grief. As it stands, only the phantom sensation remains, an intellectual sort of pain that can't find any release. How good are his eyes - Xiao XingChen’s eyes - when he can't even weep for his best friend?
After a pause, he continued, “When he wakes, say I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault.”
This was what he couldn’t tell Xiao XingChen before he died. This was the only thing that counted.
When he wakes. Was that even possible? But then, what else remained in his hands if not hope?
Surprisingly, it was Hanghuang-jun who broke the silence. “We will care for the body”
A faint shadow of surprise passed within Song Lan’s eyes. Even the Yiling Patriarch seemed startled by the sudden words, even if not as much as the disciples still huddled together in a corner. There was a not-so-faint whispering coming from them, but Song Lan’s attention was far more captured by the exchange taking place before him. Lan Wangji’s gaze shifted to Wei Wuxian as if attracted by a magnet, somehow sensing his unvoiced question.
Ah, thought Song Lan, recognizing the same way his own gaze would naturally follow Xiao XingChen’s gentle features back in way happier times. So that's how it is. How curious.
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