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chenqing_100Title: Thaw
Author: Rana Eros
Word Count: 250
Ship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian
Rating/Warnings: G, Canonical Character Death, vague references to war, genocide, and injury
Summary: Lan Wanji's waited a long time for sunrise.
Author's Notes: Eliza gave it the go-ahead.
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Twice in his lifetime, Lan Wangji has watched the sun die. The first time, the Wen burned most of the jianghu with their cruel grab for power, and Lan Wangji felt right as part of the collective blade aimed at their heart. The second time...
The second time has haunted his dreams for the past sixteen years.
"Lan Zhan, let go. Let go of me."
He didn't, but the wound on his arm bled him of strength. He couldn't stop Wei Ying from jerking free of his grip. As he watched his source of warmth fall away, Lan Wangji felt the ice closing in more surely than it had at the Cold Pool Cave. He's carried a little of that chill ever since.
Now there's a stranger piping a song he cannot possibly know, on a road Lan Wangji walked with Wei Ying nearly two decades' past. It's the young man who sparked his latest confrontation with Jiang Wanyin. The one who wears a mask that obscures his features as surely as a shroud, and hides his spiritual signature. Yet, that song is as good as sending up a signal flare for Lan Wangji's eyes only; he knows before his fingers close around a fine-boned wrist.
"Wei Ying. Come back."
It's taken sixteen years, but Wei Ying has finally agreed. When he turns to Lan Wangji, the mask can no longer disguise his familiar, startled eyes. Something shifts and breaks apart under their light.
Lan Wangji emerges from the ice.
Author: Rana Eros
Word Count: 250
Ship: Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian
Rating/Warnings: G, Canonical Character Death, vague references to war, genocide, and injury
Summary: Lan Wanji's waited a long time for sunrise.
Author's Notes: Eliza gave it the go-ahead.
~~~~
Twice in his lifetime, Lan Wangji has watched the sun die. The first time, the Wen burned most of the jianghu with their cruel grab for power, and Lan Wangji felt right as part of the collective blade aimed at their heart. The second time...
The second time has haunted his dreams for the past sixteen years.
"Lan Zhan, let go. Let go of me."
He didn't, but the wound on his arm bled him of strength. He couldn't stop Wei Ying from jerking free of his grip. As he watched his source of warmth fall away, Lan Wangji felt the ice closing in more surely than it had at the Cold Pool Cave. He's carried a little of that chill ever since.
Now there's a stranger piping a song he cannot possibly know, on a road Lan Wangji walked with Wei Ying nearly two decades' past. It's the young man who sparked his latest confrontation with Jiang Wanyin. The one who wears a mask that obscures his features as surely as a shroud, and hides his spiritual signature. Yet, that song is as good as sending up a signal flare for Lan Wangji's eyes only; he knows before his fingers close around a fine-boned wrist.
"Wei Ying. Come back."
It's taken sixteen years, but Wei Ying has finally agreed. When he turns to Lan Wangji, the mask can no longer disguise his familiar, startled eyes. Something shifts and breaks apart under their light.
Lan Wangji emerges from the ice.
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