This is Halloween!

[we_bring_hell]

The Bar loves her holidays, but she is also capable of respecting religious strictures. That's why she put a lot of thought into finding a Halloween costume for Harrow that works with her face paint and general insistence on the monochromatic.

Harrow, for her part, is baffled by the white-pinstriped black suit and the oversized bow, but the gloves are very cool, and the buckled shoes suit as well. She has no idea what's going on but she can live with this.

The Bar seems even more unusually populated than usual, and there are a lot of gourds around. Hm.

Comments

[acrookedpath]

"What about..."

He draws out the words, idly kicking his free foot against the rock.

"If I figure out all the new constellas -- constel -- " Damn it. "Stars. Because they're not like home, did you see that? What if I figure out how to..." Oh, what's the word. "Go places, with them. Around here."

[lightamidchaos]

"It would be an accomplishment. Worthy of celebration."

Before Wei Ying can take that to mean agreement, however, he adds,

"However, since Wei Ying has figured out more difficult things, it is also not a special enough occasion."

[acrookedpath]

"Lan Zhan," he whines. "Lan-er-gege. Don't tease me like that! I thought you were going to agree with me. All right, fine, what else."

He snuggles closer to Lan Zhan.

"What if I clear half the talismans off my wall?"

[lightamidchaos]

He kisses Wei Ying's temple.

"Then you will have room for new ones."

[acrookedpath]

Briefly, he lets his eyes drift closed at the kiss, pleased.

"Mm. All the talismans, then. Every project done."

[lightamidchaos]

"Then you will have time for new projects, as well."

He sounds suspiciously amused, now.

[acrookedpath]

He grumbles. "Fine," he says, with all the sulkiness he can muster when he's still too content to hold back a smile. "But just wait. When I'm sober I'll think of plenty of better special occasions."

So there!

[lightamidchaos]

"I am sure you will."

He leans his head against Wei Ying's, and enjoys the peace of this moment between them.

[acrookedpath]

He laughs -- well, it is still closer to a giggle than not, considering his state -- and turns his attention back to the moon.

The Atlantean sits warm in his belly, sparkling along his meridians. In the dark, the lake rippling gently before them, he may as well be back at Lotus Pier, side by side with his zhiji. No pain behind them. No worries ahead.

"I'm happy," he says, softly wondering. "Truly happy, Lan Zhan. Not just content."

[lightamidchaos]

Unexpected joy leaps within him, and his arm tightens around Wei Ying.

"I am glad."

It is not enough, to say only that, but he cannot find any other words.

"So very glad."

[acrookedpath]

His smile grows. "I don't know if I would be, if you weren't here. You're..."

Wei Wuxian fumbles for the right words.

"My anchor. When I think too much. When it's too loud here." Clumsily, he taps his temple. "You've always been so calm."

[lightamidchaos]

He lays his hand along the side of Wei Ying’s face, his fingers resting lightly at his temple.

“You will never have to find out,” he promises.

“I am here. With you.”

[acrookedpath]

"Mm."

He turns his head toward Lan Zhan's hand, like a cat coaxing someone to scratch it behind its ears.

"Good." No louder. "It's nice not to think sometimes."

[lightamidchaos]

He runs his fingers gently into his hair, back from his face, then down behind his ears.

"I will remember," he murmurs. "For later."

[acrookedpath]

As they have both discovered, Wei Wuxian will reliably melt whenever Lan Zhan does this. It's even more pronounced when he's drunk on Atlantean; he lets out a long, pleased hum, sagging against Lan Zhan without the slightest care that he may knock him over. Lan Zhan's strong, after all. He'll keep him upright.

"Good," he mumbles again. "Ah, that feels so nice, Lan Zhan. How are you so good at this?"

[lightamidchaos]

He huffs a soft sound that might be a laugh, and pulls Wei Ying more comfortably against his side, supporting his weight with ease as he repeats the gentle caress.

"Mn. I will improve. With practice."

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian begins to smile; slowly, he descends into more tiny giggles.

"You're very good already," he says, trying for serene and missing by a thousand kilometers. "But if you want to practice..."

[lightamidchaos]

"Rest assured."

He keeps up the gentle strokes, but makes no move to progress beyond them.

"I do. And will."

[acrookedpath]

He loops both arms around Lan Zhan's middle, accidentally bumping his wings a couple times before properly situating himself against him.

"Wonderful," he mumbles. A beat; then, more rueful, "Maybe not tonight. I may fall asleep as soon as I'm in bed. But we've got time. Lots of it."

He squeezes Lan Zhan.

"I'm so glad we have so much time."

[lightamidchaos]

"Not tonight," he agrees, holding him close.

"We have always."

[acrookedpath]

Oh, no, it's bad enough that Lan Zhan says such romantic things when he's sober, but when he's drunk? Tears abruptly spring to his eyes, and he sniffles.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, I'm too drunk for you to say things like that!" he says. "You'll make me cry. Good crying. I promise. But I'll still cry!"

[lightamidchaos]

"Wei Ying."

He uses a thumb to wipe away the tears at the corners of Wei Ying's eyes before they can fall.

"Yes. You are very drunk."

[acrookedpath]

He wrinkles his nose. "Not very," he protests, despite literally all evidence to the contrary. "Just normal drunk."

Right? Come on, back him up here, Lan Zhan.

[lightamidchaos]

Lan Wangji just looks at him.

[acrookedpath]

"...Maybe a little more than normal?"

He unhooks one arm from Lan Zhan's waist to squeeze two fingers together.

"Juuuust a little."