[ it's weird how he's managed to fall into a pattern goddamn centuries away from where he should be. hell, that's being generous. he should be dead, not in some weird version of ancient china. sizhui makes it easy, somehow. doesn't mean that jason completely behaves, can't stay shut up all day on lockdown, but he makes it look good. he's always back by the time sizhui is.
but when he comes back one day to announce that jason gets to go to a festival with him, sizhui gets nothing but skeptical looks. he's been pretty clear on the wanting to keep jason out of sight and even with the nice robes, he sticks out like a sore thumb. the whole not asian thing not working in his favor. but sizhui means it, even coming out with some robes of jason's favorite colors. he's said it more times than he could count that white robes were a dumb idea, but he still isn't expecting it. definitely proves his point. sizhui looks good in red and black.
the festival is cool, feels like something out of a foreign movie instead of real life; it's surreal. it doesn't feel any more real when they're slinking through the backwoods and the little buzz thrumming through jason's veins from the alcohol just makes it seem cooler. when sizhui asks, he doesn't have any qualms saying how they should have festivals more often. he doesn't have a single complaint when sizhui forgoes the comfort of the soft bed inside and they cross the little stone bridge to the benches outside. the scenery is kinda worth it.
any given day sizhui is too pretty, but the dark robes and the atmosphere and scenery have him killing it.] Think you should wear these robes more often... [ he comments, thinking that the dark colors look so good on him. they're sitting comfortably close; jason loose and warm from the alcohol. it takes him a minute to realize he isn't the only one staring and how close their heads have gotten when he shifted. the knot in his throat only grows, something bearable with the liquid courage in his blood.] What are you looking at? [he asks, the tone of his quiet voice forced into something jokingly rough.] Got something on my face?
[if they're being honest, sizhui thinks they should have more celebrations, too. he likes when everybody can get together and sort of cut loose without worries or cares, even for only a little while. maybe that's what makes it so special, though? the fact it isn't something that happens all the time and they should cherish these moments. just like how he'll adore jason's comment for days, weeks, months, and maybe years to come.
he inclines his head at the remark, downcasts his gaze to his lap where he's gently wringing his hands.] You... you like them? They certainly suit you better than white. [how surprised would his friend be to learn black and red are the most common colors from his actual clan? which isn't to say lan clan isn't his, he's as much that as he is wen, but explaining there's technically two parts to him seems difficult in an almost unnecessary way. (jay already knows him as he is and, admittedly, there's the lingering fear he won't like him anymore once he learns—) “what are you looking at?” ah, he's staring again, isn't he?]
I'm— [sizhui shyly shrinks down again, raising his shoulders to his ears, hoping it'll cover the flush; it's not embarrassing that he was staring, it's embarrassing he was caught.] No, [he answers through a hushed laugh,] you don't have anything on your face. You're as handsome as ever.
[although he does make some show of it anyway, lifting his attention back up, raising his right hand to gently take hold of jason's chin and turn it one way then the other. guess he has a hand there holding them closer now, but details aside, what's really on his mind is something far less harmless (and somewhat more ironic in a sense).] I find myself having the sudden urge to do something, yet I'm also afraid of going too far and overstepping.
[ his eyes follow sizhui's downcast gaze straight to his wringing hands, not shying away from a smile at the compliment he bounces back at jason. ] White is not my color. [ he jokes, thinking that unlike him, sizhui looks good in everything.
but then a couple words and sizhui turns even more shy, blushing red through a hushed laugh that kills that nerves in jason's stomach. its wild to see sizhui embarrassed and shy when he's the epitome of grace, giving dick grayson a run for his money. jason really can't believe what he's hearing, but the laugh is contagious paired with inebriation and jason's smiling. ] Now I know you're pulling my leg. You've seen mirrors.
[ another day, less liquor in him, and the hand on his chin could have been more anxiety-inducing. he's not exactly got the best history in relationships and he's not really in an era he should be making romantic decisions. jason's a walking, talking fraud here. maybe sizhui's cleaned him up good putting him in some robes and healing his messed up arm, but jason isn't supposed to be here. going home is about the last thing he's thinking about though.
his eyes flit over sizhui's pretty face, his expression paired with his earnest words, doesn't take a rocket scientist to get what he means. they've been flirting since day one, but jason didn't... really think it'd amount to anything. it probably shouldn't. but his gaze drops back down to sizhui's mouth, the curve of his lips, and overstepping doesn't cross his mind at all. his own hand settles on the back of sizhui's neck as he tilts his head a little and leans in, giving sizhui all the time in the world for second guessing himself, before pressing their mouths together in a soft kiss. just a peck, just a breath of space between them when he asks in a whisper, ] Something like this?
[knowing jason's watching him fidget doesn't lessen the embarrassment any, though it's not making anything worse and to be fair, it was an excuse to eventually look back up at him again. also, in his opinion, sizhui thinks there might be a few colors here or there that aren't quite as fitting as others. (green is mostly what he'd thought, even if he's wrong in the long run.)
eventually, after he learns who dick grayson is, he'll be flattered by such a compliment; sizhui's always graceful and poised, he's never tried being something he isn't, but the alcohol lowering his inhibition feels good in an almost unexplainable way. at some point, he'll realize it's because he's genuinely enjoying himself while drunk. who would've thought alcohol could be fun?] I'm not! I have seen mirrors, but I also have eyes, Jason. [he giggles once more, somehow feeling more emboldened than before.
had jason reacted poorly to being touched, he would've withdrawn right away, apologized, done whatever necessary to correct his mistake and make certain it wouldn't ever happen again. a relationship is the last thing he needs too if they're being truthful, cultivators-in-training already have so much they ought to be focusing on, there shouldn't be other distractions, and yet he found himself wondering what might happen between them during jason's unexpected visit since day one. yes, maybe the other boy's displaced, maybe he is far, far away from his home and they need to find a solution for him getting back— but what if jason stayed? don't be selfish, he can't.
and perhaps it's silly to think jason might like him enough to reciprocate his affections, he doesn't feel any hesitation about it, particularly when he's noticed jason's returned the attraction after he as well had assumed it was just for show, that they were teasing each other. the realization of jason checking out his mouth of all things makes him blush hotly, has him considering looking elsewhere before he gets caught a second time, except then there's a hand against his neck, holding him in place while jason lessens the distance between them. slowly but surely, they get closer, his breath catches, their lips touch in the softest kiss he could've imagined, effectively stealing the remaining air from his lungs despite being such a simple little gesture.] Yes, exactly. [he won't let them stay apart for long, however, simply thumbs over the line of jason's jaw then hooks the hand around his nape to pull him back into a deeper, full-on kiss.]
[ jason isn't big on following the rules, following good solid advice. just because they shouldn't isn't enough to make him not. there wasn't a chance in hell he'd turn down a little flirting with sizhui.
'home' is a goddamn fairytale, but he doesn't tell sizhui that. he doesn't have anywhere to go back there... but sometimes he pretends like he's interested in getting back. mostly, he changes the subject. doesn't wanna see sizhui's pitying face. it sure isn't perfect here, but sizhui is makes it more than good enough. why the hell would jason be rushing to leave him? besides getting out of sizhui's hair; he knows he makes shit tough on sizhui. not exactly what he meant to do when sizhui saved his sorry ass, even fixed his fucked up arm. jason owes him a lot. probably another reason he shouldn't, but he does anyway.
kissing sizhui is kinda surreal, his lips soft and wet and jason can hear the soft inhalation when his breath catches. it's all super sweet soft shit. just in case this isn't what sizhui wants, in case he wants to put a stop to this... which is kinda what jason is expecting. pretty sure this stuff isn't exactly shined upon back in these ages. but that isn't what happens though. sizhui pulls him back in and jason can't quite a soft noise of shock that turns into a disbelieving laugh against sizhui's mouth. okay. amazing. a hand settles on sizhui's waist, despite a smile, jason kisses sizhui back. ]
[four thousand plus rules is just an absurd amount of principles one has to follow, let's be real here. even prim and proper lan sizhui has certainly broken more than a good handful of them, whether on purpose or not, but kissing a foreigner – outside of wedlock, nonetheless! – is certainly one that would be frowned upon if they were caught.
odd, how the younger of them is always considering ways to get his new friend home, yet jason is doing the opposite. coming from the world he does, sizhui's unsure why he wouldn't want to go back... unless he's running from something in particular, although he hasn't ever been brave enough to question it. not only that, but he likes having jason around, enjoys the company far more than he should and stingily, he wants him to stay for as long as possible. especially when they've taken this step toward furthering their relationship(?) in a way he never thought jason would feel the same about.
disapproval is totally abandoned in favor of continuing to kiss, ignored for his own selfish reasons; the older boy tastes sweet like mooncakes, like something wholly jason and another thing he can't quite put his finger on. it's intoxicating, regardless, almost as bad as their wine they'd had earlier, to the point sizhui doesn't consider any other worse possibilities. the laugh makes him question such a bold move, the hand moving to his waist and jay kissing him back certainly isn't anything he second-guesses, though. he smiles faintly too, tilts his head, shyly opens his mouth to dart the tip of his tongue across jason's lower lip with a soft, approving hum.]
[ pretty as sizhui is, jason might just panic if he heard the word marriage. not that it was about to happen when jason could barely show his ugly mug around here. sizhui kept him on a tight leash... as far as he knew, anyway.
sometimes, this world is frustrating. the language barrier and culture barrier for sure, but sizhui made up for it enough jason wouldn't mind if he really was stranded here. this? just makes it all the more tempting to give up the ruse; staying here wouldn't be so bad. it's a lot more than he had waiting for him back on his earth. fuck the titans, fuck dick grayson. this... this is the best he's gonna get, a million years away. worth the culture shock, for sure.
mooncakes isn't the only thing jason tastes on sizhui's tongue, the lingering sweetness of alcohol there when he follows the teasing slip of tongue back into sizhui's mouth with his own tongue. past sizhui's soft lips, his tongue runs along the row of sizhui's teeth before tangling with his tongue. his arm curls around sizhui's waist, tugging him closer when there's no real space on the bench anyway. pretty scenery for memory, but jason's thinking now that they should have slipped inside. this would be a lot more comfortable in bed, he's thinking. ]
[neither of them need to worry about marriage of all things. sizhui's not ready for that yet, particularly when he's still learning so much about himself, what he wants in life, what he might like in an actual partner in the first place. he does know: keeping jason hidden isn't what he wants, but it's the safest thing for them both.
their language lessons have been going so well, he wouldn't have assumed it was something that still bothered jason. if he were to find out, then perhaps they could do something about it, find a way to teach jason quicker or figure out some sort of talisman fix for the problem. (talismans always seem to help in a pinch, they're all so varied.) being fair, that's an idea they'll get to use sooner rather than later once the night is out. but if he were to find out jason would rather stay as well, there's a likely chance sizhui'd expire on the spot.
his hand at jason's neck slides higher, fingers tangling into the hair he finds, holding them both steady while they kiss. he gasps again when jason reciprocates in kind, opens his mouth a little wider, inviting him in further, totally enamored with how it feels. tiny spots flicker into his vision as he flutters his eyelashes, lets himself be tugged closer, hooks his arm entirely around jason's shoulders to hold them together. funnily enough, he's wondering the same thing, is even pulling away to make an offer,] Jason, I... I think we should— [then everything's abruptly not funny at all once he realizes they're not alone anymore.
“lan sizhui!” and “a-yuan!” come simultaneously, both from two different voices. he withdraws immediately, the hand lingering to grip jason's front, fingers vice-like on the fabric of his robes.] H-Hanguang-jun! Xian-gege!? [“what are you doing?” from the first man.] I-I was— I mean, we were just— [he stops again, tightens his hold a decent amount, shamefully inclines his head.
“lan zhan,” the second one pipes, “they were only kissing! kissing!” and then he laughs, obviously intoxicated himself, though this doesn't deter lan wangji whatsoever. sizhui finally looks up, lips trembling despite them being pursed. “with me. now.” he lets go, scrambles to his feet, stumbling the faintest amount on his way toward his parents.] Hanguang-jun... [“mmn.” “lan zhan,” and while it sounds playfully scolding, there's a hint of seriousness, which gets quickly countered. “stay, wei ying.”
before there can be any complaints, the man in all white turns toward the door, fully expecting sizhui to follow on his own (because he knows that sizhui knows if he doesn't, it'll only be worse).]
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but when he comes back one day to announce that jason gets to go to a festival with him, sizhui gets nothing but skeptical looks. he's been pretty clear on the wanting to keep jason out of sight and even with the nice robes, he sticks out like a sore thumb. the whole not asian thing not working in his favor. but sizhui means it, even coming out with some robes of jason's favorite colors. he's said it more times than he could count that white robes were a dumb idea, but he still isn't expecting it. definitely proves his point. sizhui looks good in red and black.
the festival is cool, feels like something out of a foreign movie instead of real life; it's surreal. it doesn't feel any more real when they're slinking through the backwoods and the little buzz thrumming through jason's veins from the alcohol just makes it seem cooler. when sizhui asks, he doesn't have any qualms saying how they should have festivals more often. he doesn't have a single complaint when sizhui forgoes the comfort of the soft bed inside and they cross the little stone bridge to the benches outside. the scenery is kinda worth it.
any given day sizhui is too pretty, but the dark robes and the atmosphere and scenery have him killing it.] Think you should wear these robes more often... [ he comments, thinking that the dark colors look so good on him. they're sitting comfortably close; jason loose and warm from the alcohol. it takes him a minute to realize he isn't the only one staring and how close their heads have gotten when he shifted. the knot in his throat only grows, something bearable with the liquid courage in his blood.] What are you looking at? [he asks, the tone of his quiet voice forced into something jokingly rough.] Got something on my face?
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he inclines his head at the remark, downcasts his gaze to his lap where he's gently wringing his hands.] You... you like them? They certainly suit you better than white. [how surprised would his friend be to learn black and red are the most common colors from his actual clan? which isn't to say lan clan isn't his, he's as much that as he is wen, but explaining there's technically two parts to him seems difficult in an almost unnecessary way. (jay already knows him as he is and, admittedly, there's the lingering fear he won't like him anymore once he learns—) “what are you looking at?” ah, he's staring again, isn't he?]
I'm— [sizhui shyly shrinks down again, raising his shoulders to his ears, hoping it'll cover the flush; it's not embarrassing that he was staring, it's embarrassing he was caught.] No, [he answers through a hushed laugh,] you don't have anything on your face. You're as handsome as ever.
[although he does make some show of it anyway, lifting his attention back up, raising his right hand to gently take hold of jason's chin and turn it one way then the other. guess he has a hand there holding them closer now, but details aside, what's really on his mind is something far less harmless (and somewhat more ironic in a sense).] I find myself having the sudden urge to do something, yet I'm also afraid of going too far and overstepping.
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but then a couple words and sizhui turns even more shy, blushing red through a hushed laugh that kills that nerves in jason's stomach. its wild to see sizhui embarrassed and shy when he's the epitome of grace, giving dick grayson a run for his money. jason really can't believe what he's hearing, but the laugh is contagious paired with inebriation and jason's smiling. ] Now I know you're pulling my leg. You've seen mirrors.
[ another day, less liquor in him, and the hand on his chin could have been more anxiety-inducing. he's not exactly got the best history in relationships and he's not really in an era he should be making romantic decisions. jason's a walking, talking fraud here. maybe sizhui's cleaned him up good putting him in some robes and healing his messed up arm, but jason isn't supposed to be here. going home is about the last thing he's thinking about though.
his eyes flit over sizhui's pretty face, his expression paired with his earnest words, doesn't take a rocket scientist to get what he means. they've been flirting since day one, but jason didn't... really think it'd amount to anything. it probably shouldn't. but his gaze drops back down to sizhui's mouth, the curve of his lips, and overstepping doesn't cross his mind at all. his own hand settles on the back of sizhui's neck as he tilts his head a little and leans in, giving sizhui all the time in the world for second guessing himself, before pressing their mouths together in a soft kiss. just a peck, just a breath of space between them when he asks in a whisper, ] Something like this?
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eventually, after he learns who dick grayson is, he'll be flattered by such a compliment; sizhui's always graceful and poised, he's never tried being something he isn't, but the alcohol lowering his inhibition feels good in an almost unexplainable way. at some point, he'll realize it's because he's genuinely enjoying himself while drunk. who would've thought alcohol could be fun?] I'm not! I have seen mirrors, but I also have eyes, Jason. [he giggles once more, somehow feeling more emboldened than before.
had jason reacted poorly to being touched, he would've withdrawn right away, apologized, done whatever necessary to correct his mistake and make certain it wouldn't ever happen again. a relationship is the last thing he needs too if they're being truthful, cultivators-in-training already have so much they ought to be focusing on, there shouldn't be other distractions, and yet he found himself wondering what might happen between them during jason's unexpected visit since day one. yes, maybe the other boy's displaced, maybe he is far, far away from his home and they need to find a solution for him getting back— but what if jason stayed? don't be selfish, he can't.
and perhaps it's silly to think jason might like him enough to reciprocate his affections, he doesn't feel any hesitation about it, particularly when he's noticed jason's returned the attraction after he as well had assumed it was just for show, that they were teasing each other. the realization of jason checking out his mouth of all things makes him blush hotly, has him considering looking elsewhere before he gets caught a second time, except then there's a hand against his neck, holding him in place while jason lessens the distance between them. slowly but surely, they get closer, his breath catches, their lips touch in the softest kiss he could've imagined, effectively stealing the remaining air from his lungs despite being such a simple little gesture.] Yes, exactly. [he won't let them stay apart for long, however, simply thumbs over the line of jason's jaw then hooks the hand around his nape to pull him back into a deeper, full-on kiss.]
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'home' is a goddamn fairytale, but he doesn't tell sizhui that. he doesn't have anywhere to go back there... but sometimes he pretends like he's interested in getting back. mostly, he changes the subject. doesn't wanna see sizhui's pitying face. it sure isn't perfect here, but sizhui is makes it more than good enough. why the hell would jason be rushing to leave him? besides getting out of sizhui's hair; he knows he makes shit tough on sizhui. not exactly what he meant to do when sizhui saved his sorry ass, even fixed his fucked up arm. jason owes him a lot. probably another reason he shouldn't, but he does anyway.
kissing sizhui is kinda surreal, his lips soft and wet and jason can hear the soft inhalation when his breath catches. it's all super sweet soft shit. just in case this isn't what sizhui wants, in case he wants to put a stop to this... which is kinda what jason is expecting. pretty sure this stuff isn't exactly shined upon back in these ages. but that isn't what happens though. sizhui pulls him back in and jason can't quite a soft noise of shock that turns into a disbelieving laugh against sizhui's mouth. okay. amazing. a hand settles on sizhui's waist, despite a smile, jason kisses sizhui back. ]
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odd, how the younger of them is always considering ways to get his new friend home, yet jason is doing the opposite. coming from the world he does, sizhui's unsure why he wouldn't want to go back... unless he's running from something in particular, although he hasn't ever been brave enough to question it. not only that, but he likes having jason around, enjoys the company far more than he should and stingily, he wants him to stay for as long as possible. especially when they've taken this step toward furthering their relationship(?) in a way he never thought jason would feel the same about.
disapproval is totally abandoned in favor of continuing to kiss, ignored for his own selfish reasons; the older boy tastes sweet like mooncakes, like something wholly jason and another thing he can't quite put his finger on. it's intoxicating, regardless, almost as bad as their wine they'd had earlier, to the point sizhui doesn't consider any other worse possibilities. the laugh makes him question such a bold move, the hand moving to his waist and jay kissing him back certainly isn't anything he second-guesses, though. he smiles faintly too, tilts his head, shyly opens his mouth to dart the tip of his tongue across jason's lower lip with a soft, approving hum.]
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sometimes, this world is frustrating. the language barrier and culture barrier for sure, but sizhui made up for it enough jason wouldn't mind if he really was stranded here. this? just makes it all the more tempting to give up the ruse; staying here wouldn't be so bad. it's a lot more than he had waiting for him back on his earth. fuck the titans, fuck dick grayson. this... this is the best he's gonna get, a million years away. worth the culture shock, for sure.
mooncakes isn't the only thing jason tastes on sizhui's tongue, the lingering sweetness of alcohol there when he follows the teasing slip of tongue back into sizhui's mouth with his own tongue. past sizhui's soft lips, his tongue runs along the row of sizhui's teeth before tangling with his tongue. his arm curls around sizhui's waist, tugging him closer when there's no real space on the bench anyway. pretty scenery for memory, but jason's thinking now that they should have slipped inside. this would be a lot more comfortable in bed, he's thinking. ]
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their language lessons have been going so well, he wouldn't have assumed it was something that still bothered jason. if he were to find out, then perhaps they could do something about it, find a way to teach jason quicker or figure out some sort of talisman fix for the problem. (talismans always seem to help in a pinch, they're all so varied.) being fair, that's an idea they'll get to use sooner rather than later once the night is out. but if he were to find out jason would rather stay as well, there's a likely chance sizhui'd expire on the spot.
his hand at jason's neck slides higher, fingers tangling into the hair he finds, holding them both steady while they kiss. he gasps again when jason reciprocates in kind, opens his mouth a little wider, inviting him in further, totally enamored with how it feels. tiny spots flicker into his vision as he flutters his eyelashes, lets himself be tugged closer, hooks his arm entirely around jason's shoulders to hold them together. funnily enough, he's wondering the same thing, is even pulling away to make an offer,] Jason, I... I think we should— [then everything's abruptly not funny at all once he realizes they're not alone anymore.
“lan sizhui!” and “a-yuan!” come simultaneously, both from two different voices. he withdraws immediately, the hand lingering to grip jason's front, fingers vice-like on the fabric of his robes.] H-Hanguang-jun! Xian-gege!? [“what are you doing?” from the first man.] I-I was— I mean, we were just— [he stops again, tightens his hold a decent amount, shamefully inclines his head.
“lan zhan,” the second one pipes, “they were only kissing! kissing!” and then he laughs, obviously intoxicated himself, though this doesn't deter lan wangji whatsoever. sizhui finally looks up, lips trembling despite them being pursed. “with me. now.” he lets go, scrambles to his feet, stumbling the faintest amount on his way toward his parents.] Hanguang-jun... [“mmn.” “lan zhan,” and while it sounds playfully scolding, there's a hint of seriousness, which gets quickly countered. “stay, wei ying.”
before there can be any complaints, the man in all white turns toward the door, fully expecting sizhui to follow on his own (because he knows that sizhui knows if he doesn't, it'll only be worse).]