#forlorninquiry

[dishengs]

!!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAN ZHAN !!! 23.01 // @forlorninquiry​

BLOOD SEEPED THROUGH HIS FINGERS, staining those long, slender digits as it curled over a head of fine raven-black strands. Most of the people who knew Wei Wuxian for the man he was would never have imagined his facet of his, patting Lan Wangji’s head reassuringly as he lets him lie on the spot between his head and neck. They were sitting curled up in one corner of the room, a growing puddle of blood seeping out from beneath them. No one knew who it belonged to except themselves, but if one to look clearly, they could see that Wei Wuxian’s expression was one of exasperation and fear, but not pain.

❝Shh... Shh...❞ 

Once feared by everyone for the lieutenant in their district, believed to have descended into madness, fueled by the blood he could draw from his own victims, Wei Wuxian now looked very sane, understanding even, and it was because of the one and only person he’d ever considered as his friend. A knife pierced through Lan Wangji’s abdomen, and blood was quickly leaking out. Wei Wuxian would have brought him to the local general hospital, had it not been for the riot outside and the poor excuse of a door the only thing between them and all sorts of weapons from angry citizens. 

❝Breath, Lan Zhan.❞ He closed his eyes, humming a gentle tune, his other hand pressed onto Lan Wangji’s abdomen to stop the blood from flowing. While avoiding the excruciating twist of pain in his heart, he forced himself to continue watching, just in case. ❝Would it appease you if I told you, that I have already sent the communist boy and his father home to ChongQing? He will be safe with the rest of his people.❞

Their lives had been tough from years of rough training. Wei Wuxian’s mind was as sharp as he claimed it to be, for he remembered the time since he first met Lan Wangji to this very moment. His.... friend.... had chosen a path he couldn’t quite agree with, because chances to survival are slim, and while Wei Wuxian was a nihilist since his prison days, he was not the sort to dive into suicide. 

But it did not explain this.

❝Risking your life for a nobody with a questionable background. Aren’t you a silly one, lieutenant?❞

❝Don’t ask me why. Consider it a favour. You’ve helped me many times yourself.....This debt I owe---❞ his voice trailed off,  ❝No, wait. Today is your birthday, isn’t it?❞

He exhales a breath.

❝Happy Birthday, Lan Wangji. Long may you live.❞          

[shenqsi]

    𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 and focusing on his lessons, supposed to stay focused and not get distracted, but the weather outside looks so nice and warm. it would be a nice day to go out and run and play  ( RUNNING IS NOT PERMITTED IN GUSU ).  sizhui continues to stare at the window until he hears the door open, quickly turns back to his guqin and plays the latest bar of the song he’s learned, pretending like he’s been working the whole time before he looks up to see who’s entered. his playing stops immediately.

   ❛   ah... 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆-𝐉𝐔𝐍... what’re you doing here?  ❜    

@forlorninquiry​ -- from your favorite son!

[immortalpath]

@forlorninquiry from [x]

“Well...”

The youngster starts, now that he’s confirmed they’re somewhere quieter and alone. Hanguang-jun was definitely the best person to ask about this, he figured. After all, how else would he figure things out? He couldn’t ask Jin Ling or Shizui; even though he doubted Shizui would tease him it just didn’t feel right.

“The thing is.. I might...” He takes a deep breath and fingers grasp at his robes. “This is harder than I thought! Look, you can’t tell senior Wei either, okay? But I think there’s... well, there’s this girl and. Well, how did you know you liked senior Wei? Were there any signs? I can’t tell if I like her or... well, like her.”

By the end of his question the teen’s cheeks are bright red and his gaze has lowered down to Lan Wangji’s feet. 

Yeah, totally nailed it.

[mrlanqiren]

❝Wangji, where did you get those little critters you are holding?❞ Wangji should know that the Cloud Recesses forbids pets. Since when has he taken to the odd fancy of rabbits?  ❝If they have wandered into the barriers unintentionally, I will make arrangements for men to send them back down.❞ || @forlorninquiry  

[goldencored-arc]

— Wen Ning meme / @forlorninquiry / accepting

               "Your heart grows heavy."

“Worried,” he murmurs softly, dark eyes fixed on Wei Wuxian’s unconscious form. Icy fingers itch to reach out, to make sure the other still breathes, but he doesn’t dare try, not when his master is safely in Hanguang-Jun’s arms. But he has little family left; sect turned to ashes and scattered on the wind all but little A-Yuan, who is now near grown and doesn’t remember him.

Wei Wuxian is merely unconscious, and though he knows it’s nothing life threatening, the fear is still there. For thirteen years he was chained in the dark as cackling laughter with rumors of Wei Wuxian’s death and his own guilt for company. 

“What if they hurt him again?”

[millenniumpatriarch]

@forlorninquiry

Pulling, tugging, he knew something to be different, he knew this feeling, resentful energy, something calling to him, he knew he should be asleep, that his slumber should have been eternal, that he should not be awakening...

No, something was wrong, he could feel the path of dark energy, but it jumbled his thoughts, rattled his soul, he needed a moment to gather himself before following the call, but where, how-

A gentle melody seemed to echo within him, energy calmer, lighter, yet so sorrowful.

There was a name attached to it, a soul calling it, he felt he recognized both, he recognized neither, which one was he?

But the music calmed his soul, made something warm bloom in his host, so he followed.

Had he always been laying down? He had been certain to have been elsewhere. His eyes had been closed, though... Or did he even have eyes still before?

Unaware that his presence, his aura, now filled the air, dark and heavy yet melancholic, familiar to who he was alive, yet so very different at the same time; he lifted a hand, blinking as he barely saw it, saw through it, saw the man playing.

Something stuttered in his soul, a flicker of warmth in his presence, then immense confusion, and instinctively, he knew how to reply in this strange, musical language.

I am here...

[xinzhouyin-blog]

"I did what I had to do." [From LWJ to LQR]

misc sentence starters// @forlorninquiry

FURY STRIKES HIS VEINS THE MORE HE HEARS. To Lan Qiren, he could see nothing from it except that his favourite nephew is talking back. What he does is only for the good of him—for the good of Lan Wangji as both his guardian and family. How dare he throw that all away for a demonic cultivator they could not afford to protect? This is unheard of! Deep inside, Lan Qiren did not hold as much grudge and hatred for Wei Wuxian than the rumours exaggerated them. Wei Ying had been his student who was once under his roof and under his teachings. His naughtiness and disobedience were annoying at best, but harmless. The old master himself, too, had been unable to believe it when the day came—when he watches the cultivators of Lanling Jin yelping and gossip about Wei Ying and in that instant, he knew Wei Wuxian was right. He would not dream of a day he would agree with Wei Wuxian.

But they could not afford to satisfy Lan Wangji’s desires to protect his… friend. They have a whole sect to protect, and staking their lives for the sake of one Wei Wuxian is unfathomable! ❝As did I.❞ he grits his teeth, watching Lan Wangji staring back at him with cold eyes. He didn’t realize how alien they look, as if this wasn’t the same person he had brought up as a babe, ❝We cannot save Wei Ying, the cost is simply too great. He was once my student. Do you not think I feel the same heartache?❞ He spoke those words in a passive, unemotional tone, but the essence of their meaning remains true. It is forbidden to lie. ❝If you do it, Wangji, do not come back to the Cloud Recesses.❞ he inhaled his breath sharply, ❝Do not call me your uncle again.❞

[weiwuxiian]

❤️ for some affectionate smooches from LWJ

Send a ❤️ to kiss my muse. Send a 💙 for my muse to kiss yours. // @forlorninquiry

When he had time on his hands, Wei Wuxian liked to indulge himself in little artworks that seemed interesting. He had always found little activities like this to be both entertaining and relaxing, and it was one of the things he could do that wouldn’t get him into trouble with Lan Qiren. Of course, with adept hands like Wei Wuxian’s, it didn’t take him any long amount of time to learn cross stitching, eventually skilled enough to sow not only birds and trees but sceneries of the Cloud Recesses, even. As long as he visited the place himself, he could more or less stitch the image in his mind onto the cloth and it would look like it was done by a professional.

His latest artwork was Lan Wangji slaying the Xuanwu when he was younger. Wei Wuxian laughs as he admired the canvas that has begun to form distinct patterns of his intention—the turtle’s shape was almost done, as well as the cave. When he was about to stitch the outline of Lan Wangji, he feels fingers closing around his head to make him look up, his eyes meeting two pools of honey-golden shades too beautiful to be a mortal’s eyes. He knew those eyes since he was very young; the first time he was charmed by it, he still had no idea why he was so attracted to Lan Wangji when everyone else was praising and gloating over Gusu Lan’s first Jade. But… now, it no longer matters why. Another burst of light-hearted giggles pours from his lips when Lan Wangji places a kiss between his eyes. ❝It tickles! It tickles, Lan Zhan.❞ Laughing, he drops both the canvas and needle, tossing them next to him before hopping into the other’s arms, fully expecting himself to be caught. Despite being a touchy person, whenever Lan Wangji’s fingers press on certain spots on him, it never fails to send a jot of electricity through his veins that sends him squirming uncontrollably as if he’s being attacked by a dozen feathers tickling his sides.

It seemed the other man already knew where he was ticklish the most: under his sash, slightly below the side of his waist. Wei Wuxian’s smile drops into an alarming gasp when he feels the other’s fingers travelling there. Quickly, he tries to wriggle himself out of the other’s grasp, but it was too late! ❝Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Don’t you dare! Aha—Ahahahaha!! Stop, stop! I’m gonna die. Who are you being so mean?! I don’t know you at all—-ahahahahahaahahaha. Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-Jun! You are so bad!❞ He hopes after this is over, Lan Wangji should expect a full session of kisses that’s just as ticklish!