&& i will stay by your side

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HOMESICK by FARAWAY, sentence starters || accepting !

these are not the words that he wanted to hear. at least not right now. not from him. goodbye was always bound to come, for nothing was ever guaranteed. not life, not the next day nor the chance to see people again. 

‘ xue yang. ’ there is strain in his voice. it’s urgent, pleading even. he tightens his grip on his sword, knuckles white from how hard he is gripping. he bites the inside of his cheek, a frown clearly apparent.

he thinks prior times. he had spent so much time with xue yang. the times they’ve practiced their swordsmanship together, the idle time between lessons in the cloud recesses - even if more times than not, he was causing disruptions - and more. the nights they spent talking in their room, the times that they had spent in caiyi town with lan xichen by their side as well.

...was this really it? was this really how he was going to leave?

‘ you do not have to go down this path. ’ there is more for you here; this is not absolute, he wants to say. but is he right? can he assure him of that? the words die in the back of his throat, refusing to rise to surface. 

his voice is quiet. 

Ahh, how he misses his own body. These sorts of injuries would have been absolutely nothing to him back then, especially since he could easily tend to himself. Yet, things are just never that easy, hm? Perhaps he might need a little assistance after all, but where is his sense of pride in admitting it?

His eyes once again trailed up towards Lan Wangji’s face, noting his expression only become even more concerned, which was the opposite of what he desired to see. He took in a slow, deep breath before quietly letting it out through his nose, forcing himself to tear his sights away as he took a moment to mull over the situation.

With a click of his tongue, he furrowed his brows as his smile faltered.

“Haah… It’s just a… small, gash, on my side. It can be easily taken care of, I just need to clean it up and dress it,” he muttered, revealing the hand that had once held his side to show the red stains of his life.

the click of his tongue and faltering smile is a sign that he’s starting to get through a bit. if only it didn’t take him looking worried to get him to be more forward with injuries. but that is a discussion for later. probably. it’ll come within due time.

he reaches out to gently grab onto wei wuxian’s wrist. a gesture he’s done multiple times. every time, it’s been with meaning. with a quiet intent of concern. he gives it a light squeeze.

‘ let me help. ’ he repeats. his eyes glance down to his blood stained hand and then to the side he had been previously holding, as to assess if it is only a gash for an injury. after a moment, his eyes return to wei wuxian’s. he even gives a gentle tug on his wrist. an indication as to try and guide him to move a bit.

lan wangji is not the one to be neglectful of his health. he’s always made sure to take care of himself, despite what the situation called for. some things, though, he would wear himself thin to find a result if it called for it.

unfortunately so, this is one of those times. having collapsed earlier within the day, his brother had brought him back to his room and ushered him into bed. you must rest, he remembers hearing and a small wave of guilt lingered, because he had undoubtedly worried him. so he closed his eyes. he would rest.

so the sound of steps eventually has his to open his eyes. unfocused, he slowly blinks. the familiar voice rings in his ears and blurred black clothes enter his vision. he undoubtedly knows who has come to visit.

‘ mn. ’ came a quiet reply. he closes his eyes again, shifting in his bed

as wei wuxian sit’s next to him, he strains to open his eyes again, wei wuxian doubling in his vision temporarily. his touch is cooling against his skin, enough for him to lean into his touch. for a second, it’s grounding and a small part of him would like to stay like this.

it takes him a moment to comprehend that wei wuxian is asking him questions. and a moment longer for him to process them so he can respond, even.

Of course this wouldn’t be easy. It will never be easy, especially not when it came to Lan Wangji, the man who nearly rivaled him when it came to being stubborn. The mere thought of that made Wei Wuxian release a small huff of amusement from his nose, before his eyes widened just a tad at the sight of the man in white reaching out to him.

With quick motion, he took a step or two away from the hand that drew dangerously close. His brow furrowed a tad as an eye squinted from a dull throb of pain that pulsed from his side due to the sudden movement, yet the expression was wiped away within a blink.

“I’m fine, I told you; fine! You don’t have to worry, Lan Zhan, really,” he attempted to persuade, offering yet another smile, one that was just a tad bigger. That should seem more convincing, right?

Yet, the pain only resurfaced after a moment, causing his body to hunch a bit with a small hiss and a wince.

“I– I can take care of it myself. Don’t worry. It’s just a little flesh wound, that’s all.”

@2ndchilde

his hand stops once he watches wei wuxian steps back. there it is. it had already been obvious enough but the blatant step away seals whatever doubt that there could have been. with the reassurance that he doesn’t need to worry. as if words alone could quell the current concern. he brings his hand back to his side, hesitantly. 

yet another smile from him; another attempt of reassurance. it fails, mainly because the hiss from the other causes a dip in his expression, a frown now more blatant if it wasn’t prior. how stubborn he is. how frustrating that can be. but he cannot blame him, especially when lan wangji does the same at times. 

‘ you do not have to take care of it by yourself. ’ you can rely on someone for help, he wants to add. but he decides not to. he’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again.

‘ let me help. ’ he says, instead. lan wangji is aware that he likely doesn’t need his help to take care of it. but he wants to. and guess what? he’ll try to as well. 

painful prompts || accepting!

lan wangji is patient. even when there is a lack of time, despite the urgency it may be, it has long since bled into his bones that patience is a necessity. this though? this might be testing his patience just a little bit. just a tiny bit.

he shifts a bit, the chains that bind him and lan sizhui back to back clinks and rattles, just barely bouncing off of the room’s walls. they’re not as heavy as he had expected it to be. nor as uncomfortable. though, as he thinks as to how this came to be, there’s a quiet sigh from him. 

‘ lan sizhui. ’ he begins. ‘ are you okay ? ’ he would rather know that he’s okay first; his well being is important. after that, he can decide what may come next.

his eyes are drawn away from his hand moving from his side now up to his smile. as light as his gestures are, they won’t deviate him from worrying just a little bit.

he’s fine, he says. he even stands up to prove it to him. lan wangji doesn’t believe it, though. not for a second. he blinks at the action, eyebrows still crunched a bit in concern. so he reaches out a hand to attempt to gingerly touch his side. the last thing he’d want to do is re-aggravate the pain.

‘ how bad is it ? ’ it’s dismissive of the fact that he had already said he was fine. but if he was, he wouldn’t have been holding his side briefly or at all.

‘ how did you get hurt ? ’ another question that comes to mind as well. while he knows wei wuxian to be reckless a bit, he is not careless enough to get hurt easily.

painful prompts || accepting !

sometimes there are instances that wei wuxian is not good at hiding his intent. whether intentional or not - though it likely is knowing him - it just doesn't keep up the intended illusion that was meant for the moment. 

one of these instances - like currently - is him, refraining from speaking up about an injury he may be currently nursing. he’s not one to talk, seeing as lan wangji has done it before, multiple times, even. but it's become different recently and he can only think back as to when it began to change. 

‘ wei ying. ’ his lips are pressed into a line, furrowed brows and light eyes looking up and down at him. while there may be no exact indication, of where the injury may be, there have been hints. a general shift in the air around him is what probably gave it away the most, though.

‘ are you okay ? ’ this way, if he wants to bring it to light himself, he can. and even if he doesn’t, lan wangji will eventually end up at least attempting to see what the hell may have happened. 

Painful Prompts. Warnings for: injuries, blood, mental health, drug mentions, medical language. Be respectful about these subjects! 

Single. Send ⥃ for roles to be reversed!

[ strike ] Your muse punches, hits, or otherwise attacks mine.

[ strangle ] Your muse attempts to asphyxiate mine.

[ sick ] Your muse cares for mine while they are unwell. 

[ swivel ] Your muse finds mine delirious from a fever.

[ sacrifice ] Your muse shields mine from a dangerous attack.

[ search ] Your muse finds mine after they have been missing for a while.

[ solitary ] Your muse discovers my long-isolated muse.

[ sob ] Your muse finds mine in tears, crying from grief.

[ scar ] Your muse discovers or inquires about a scar on mine.

[ stitch ] Your muse stitches up an open wound on my muse.

[ sting ] Your muse says something to mine that strikes a nerve.

[ stock ] Your muse gives blood to mine to save their life.

[ scare ] Your muse witnesses mine having a panic attack, flashback, or hallucination.

[ spike ] Your muse helps mine after finding them woozy from a laced drink.

[ secret ] Your muse discovers mine has been hiding an injury from them.

[ slip ] Your muse accidentally discovers a secret about my muse.

[ stab ] Your muse attempts to keep mine from bleeding out.

[ snare ] Your muse finds mine stuck in a bear trap or similar set-up. 

[ stop ] Your muse gives mine an unwanted kiss or piece of affection.

[ shield ] Your muse uses mine as a human shield to save themself.

[ surge ] Your muse’s power is out of control. It hurts my muse.

Double.

[ smash ] Our muses are caught in an explosion or vehicular crash.

[ structure ] Our muses are trapped inside of a crumbling building.

[ slide ] Our muses are caught in a mudslide or avalanche.

[ storm ] Our muses are caught in a flurry of rain, hail, snow, or wind.

[ space ] Our muses are shut into a cavern after a cave-in.

[ stuck ] Our muses are both ensnared in a trap or cage. 

[ shackle ] Our muses are chained together in a room or cell.

[ session ] Our muses have a good, hard cry together.