bday ~ dday

[yiling_laozu]

It's horrible.

Wei Wuxian pokes the thing that emerges from the oven, watches it jiggle, then pokes it again.

It's varying shades of grey and an ill sort of green, smells of garlic and carrots, and according to the box Wei Wuxian had used it's called a vegetable loaf. It's an awful name, but Lan Wangji will no doubt love it, provided that Wei Wuxian's use of three different types of lentils doesn't prove too flavorful. If it does, Lan Wangji is unlikely to tell him, Wei Wuxian thinks as he busies himself in the kitchen, trying to clean up the worst of the chaos before Lan Wangji returns from town, new sheet music in tow. He's still got a few gluten free oats stuck to his cheek when he hears the door open, and Wei Wuxian tramples over fallen cherry tomatoes to call out -

"You're early! Stay in the front room!"

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[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shakes his head. "I cannot imagine it, and in your Uncle's case, I refuse to try. Baby Lans simply grow in your gardens." He laughs again, not quite able to extract his arm to run his fingers through Lan Wangji's hair, so he settles for rubbing his cheek against it instead.

"I buried A-Yuan like a radish, you know," he notes. "And he is a Lan now. Theory proven."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji realizes that he has never thought of Uncle in the terms of love and wonders if part of his eternal ire is the lack of it. It is sad, as angry as Lan Wangji was when they parted.

"If Wei Ying says it is then it must be so," he murmurs with a sage nod and a sound kiss. "Wei Ying is happy, then? Do you want for anything?" he asks, running his thumb across Wei Ying's sharp cheekbone.

[yiling_laozu]

"I am very happy," Wei Wuxian agrees, fighting yet another laugh that is simple happiness, wrapped up in Lan Wangji's arms. "I'm a bit sore, but I like that. Is that strange, Lan Zhan?"

He squirms a little just to feel the lingering tenderness. "I like knowing you were there."