lan jingyi 🗡 the untamed (open post)

[accostings]

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[accostings]

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Are you expecting me to answer that with something like, “Of course I taste good!” Because I'm not falling for it.

Even if it's true.

🗡 hush, hush we both can't fight it; it's us that made this mess, why can't you understand?

[accostings]

Right after sundown is when Lan Jingyi shows up at the winehouse in Caiyi Town, dressed in soft blues and with his hair up somewhat differently, but the ever-present Lan ribbon is wrapped around the wider, more decorative white band holding his bangs aside— which might ordinarily look silly and maybe it still does, but it's fitting for him in an odd way. (And to be fair, it doesn't look as ridiculous as he's assuming it might.)

Some other patrons stop to chat and he makes pleasant conversation, smiling here, laughing there, although his attention continues wandering in spite of himself. Thank goodness, nobody takes offense.

Honestly though, if they knew him better, they'd know full-well this is just how he is and accept it, but most of these people are strangers. It's weird, considering how little people he actually knows on a personal level; thinking about it while also contemplating how solid his excuse may have been – or possibly not? – makes his head buzz like an angry hornet's nest. He pardons himself with a soft ‘Excuse me,’ gestures the company he's keeping inside and the moment they're out of sight, Jingyi huddles into the nearest corner, arms circled tight around himself, wide eyes downcasted to his feet.

What if Jin Ling's simply entertaining him and their friendship? He's a sect leader now, after all, with more important duties, people who matter, places he should be that aren't winehouses where he's getting drunk and slacking off—

Stop it, he scolds, Jin Ling is your friend and if he didn't want to come, he obviously wouldn't have made plans in the first place. Following a firm, indignant sigh, the disciple straightens, adjusts his robes then moves out from his hiding space so he'll be easier to spot once his friend eventually shows up.

[wenyuan]

The night hunt had been going so well with the two of them. At least until there was a roar of a creature that could have killed both of them and Wen Sizhui had knocked Lan Jingyi out of the way and into the bushes. He stays poised over him, making sure the other is covered until the beast moved on without them. The close proximity reminds Sizhui that he's taken a liking to the other boy for quite some time, since he's seen him loudly accompany Zewu Jun during the Lan Sect Leader's visits to Qishan and whenever he accompanied Hanguang Jun to the far away land of Gusu.

And then the rain decides to open up and pour. Sizhui helps Jingyi up to his feet and raises his hand to try to futilely shield away some of the rain.

"Come on, I think there's a temple nearby that we could go and wait this out in."

He doesn't think twice before taking Jingyi's hand heading off in a direction.