💖 if it's not too late! feel free to talk about any of your WIPs not related to radiant emperor! (Also hope you've been doing well too!!)
hi lulas, thanks for the ask! have a snippet from a wangxian wip where theyre lesbians on a train together! wwx is a trans girl here also though not relevant for this scene really. if i write more im pretty sure i can make lwj nonbinary but for now she thinks she's cis. anyway here-
Lan Wangji wakes slowly, lulled still by the slight rock of the train car, her senses returning to her from the distortion of unconsciousness. She hears the cooing laugh of a baby, a familiar warm low voice and a higher one awash in relief and apology. Feels her back too stiff against the seat until it hits her neck—there’s a soft circular pillow there, strange. She takes it from herself gingerly, discreetly wiping away the spot where she drooled, and frowns. Then the thin sharp reek of vomit floods her at last, and she looks up in mild alarm, to this:
Wei Ying in the seats across the aisle, eyes scrunched with delight, mouth wide and happily chattering at a middle volume that suggests she was shushed several times before reaching it, her left arm outstretched onto the lap of a fat infant who’s grabbing at her fingers and unsuccessfully gnawing on her knuckles. The baby is in a big baby seat with several toys dangling and snacks in reach, but it seems happiest to poke and stretch at the mesh of Wei Ying’s long sleeves. In the seat across, its parent says “Thank you, again, I’m so sorry. Usually he’s fine on long rides, we’ve even done this route before, and I should’ve packed the—”
“No, no, it’s no problem, don’t blame yourself!” Wei Ying says. She smartly dodges another attempt from the baby to chew on her shirtsleeve and offers a piece of cereal from seat’s snack container instead. The baby is not interested. Wei Ying stretches down a soft flower-shaped fabric toy from the top of the baby seat, and the baby is appeased for the moment. “Honestly, I know I don’t know what it’s like exactly, but I helped out my jie a lot and she was always forgetting things, and she even had a husband to help her remember and he was no good at that either! Everything in the world turns upside down when you have a little one, I mean, so Jiejie said. And he was very good about being cleaned up! Weren’t you?” she addresses the baby, who smiles when she smiles at him and wiggles her eyebrows. “Yes! You were very good to be loud when something was wrong, and then your parent knew you needed help, that’s wonderful!” Lan Wangji averts her eyes from the full force of Wei Ying’s smile out of childhood habit and finds a small air purifier and fan left on Wei Ying’s sidetable. A quick look at others in the car shows they have put on masks to cover their noses from the vomit stench, though it’s waning now with the help of the train’s powerful air conditioning, and she deduces the only reason it took her so long to notice it were these machines Wei Ying no doubt left in her wake. Lan Wangji's heart clenches in her chest. She holds the neck pillow very tight.
“Aiyah, and I know it’s only when something is really wrong, he’s quiet as a mouse otherwise,” the parent says with a fond shake of their head. “You are a good baby, a’Tu.” The baby stares at her solemnly, bubbly spit tracking down the side of its chin. The parent wipes at it with a napkin, and the baby grabs their wrist and holds it firmly when they try to extract themself. “Ah, sweet a’Tu. I’m glad we’re feeling better now.”
Wei Ying’s nose crinkles when she smiles, even when her mouth is closed. Lan Wangji should not stare at this, but already she has stared too long, because like a magnet Wei Ying’s eyes dart across the aisle and find hers.
