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chenqing_100Title: I see hope in your eyes
Author: Keeperofseeds
Word Count/Drabble Type: triple drabble/300
Character(s)/Ship(s): Lán Xīchén & Lán Wàngjī, background established Wangxian
Rating/Warnings: Gen
Summary: Lán Wàngjī gets hit by a curse on a night hunt. Wèi Wúxiàn seeks some outside help to deal with it.
Author's Notes: This idea was inspired by a couple cute kid Twin Jade fan arts I've seen floating around twitter. Links in the AO3 post
Lán Xīchén is already preparing for bed when the knock comes at the door. His uncle and brother have both been respecting his decision to go into seclusion, this is far past the times when supplies would be delivered to him, so he assumes the matter must be urgent for them to come to him.
He quickly pulls an over-robe on and opens his door. Wei Wuxian worried face meets his, and his heart clenches. He did not think it still could. Having faced so many upheavals he'd thought he'd gone numb. But now he looks at Wei-gongzi alone, and feels fear again.
"I need your help," Wei Wuxian says, looking desperate. "I know you asked Lán Zhan to stay away but I don't know anyone else better suited to help right now."
Xīchén's heart unclenches. Wanji is alive at least. Only injured perhaps.
"Please, Wei-gongzi, tell me what is wrong with him. What supplies do we need?"
Wei-gongzi breathes out harshly. "I think it's easier to just show you?" he says, but he doesn't sound sure. Lán Xichen tries to exhale his lingering worries and follows him down the dimly lit paths of the Cloud Recesses.
Wei-gongzi reaches the Jingshi and gestures for Xīchén to step inside. His eyes search the room but he only sees what must be one of the Junior disciples on the bed, fingers twisting in their robes. The the child looks up, and Xīchén meets eyes he would known anywhere.
"Wanji..." he breathes, and his brother bites at his lip and Xīchén is stepping forward and kneeling before him. "Didi, do you remember me."
Familiar eyes flash up to his and he nods.
Xīchén reaches out to take his little brothers hands in his. Whatever this spell is, they will figure it out together.
Author: Keeperofseeds
Word Count/Drabble Type: triple drabble/300
Character(s)/Ship(s): Lán Xīchén & Lán Wàngjī, background established Wangxian
Rating/Warnings: Gen
Summary: Lán Wàngjī gets hit by a curse on a night hunt. Wèi Wúxiàn seeks some outside help to deal with it.
Author's Notes: This idea was inspired by a couple cute kid Twin Jade fan arts I've seen floating around twitter. Links in the AO3 post
Lán Xīchén is already preparing for bed when the knock comes at the door. His uncle and brother have both been respecting his decision to go into seclusion, this is far past the times when supplies would be delivered to him, so he assumes the matter must be urgent for them to come to him.
He quickly pulls an over-robe on and opens his door. Wei Wuxian worried face meets his, and his heart clenches. He did not think it still could. Having faced so many upheavals he'd thought he'd gone numb. But now he looks at Wei-gongzi alone, and feels fear again.
"I need your help," Wei Wuxian says, looking desperate. "I know you asked Lán Zhan to stay away but I don't know anyone else better suited to help right now."
Xīchén's heart unclenches. Wanji is alive at least. Only injured perhaps.
"Please, Wei-gongzi, tell me what is wrong with him. What supplies do we need?"
Wei-gongzi breathes out harshly. "I think it's easier to just show you?" he says, but he doesn't sound sure. Lán Xichen tries to exhale his lingering worries and follows him down the dimly lit paths of the Cloud Recesses.
Wei-gongzi reaches the Jingshi and gestures for Xīchén to step inside. His eyes search the room but he only sees what must be one of the Junior disciples on the bed, fingers twisting in their robes. The the child looks up, and Xīchén meets eyes he would known anywhere.
"Wanji..." he breathes, and his brother bites at his lip and Xīchén is stepping forward and kneeling before him. "Didi, do you remember me."
Familiar eyes flash up to his and he nods.
Xīchén reaches out to take his little brothers hands in his. Whatever this spell is, they will figure it out together.