(First time trying to write after soooooooo long and while still very unwell…not so surprising it’s angst I guess hahaha good thing I know you love angst XD Unedited cos I don’t got the spoons for that, and if I waited it would probably never happen XD BUT I WROTE SOMETHING)
Content Warning: Angst, Canonical Character Death (set during the time Wei Wuxian was dead), Open Ending
Time Heals Too Slow
Lan Xichen joined Wangji at the edge of the clearing. He tried not to feel apprehension at how swiftly Wangji’s expression closed off upon realising he was not alone, but failed.
His hope that Wangji would slowly open up to him again in time seemed increasingly beyond his reach. The damage that had been done was just too severe.
“When I heard you had finally left seclusion, I thought I’d find you here,” Lan Xichen said gently. “He told you about this spot when he visited you, didn’t he?”
It was more difficult than ever before to understand Wangji’s frame of mind. His expression before he noticed Lan Xichen there had been one of open pain and yearning, but there was not even a hint of that in his voice.
Still, even if he could not see it now, he was sure Wangji’s mind lingered on Wei Wuxian. It would be impossible not to while looking upon the child Wangji had said was his.
A fresh burst of laughter broke out in the clearing, and Lan Xichen turned briefly to see that Lan Jingyi was trying to put a rabbit inside Lan Yuan’s robes. His efforts failed, but the usually quiet Lan Yuan now giggled as he tried to squirm away.
The sight made Lan Xichen smile, but as he turned to Wangji he caught, only for a moment, a flicker of immeasurable grief clouding his features. A second later, and Wangji was once again impassive, even while he gazing upon the child he had taken as his own.
The fracture that had marred Lan Xichen’s heart from the moment he’d known Wei Wuxian was going to be killed deepened once more, as it had many times since that moment.
“He is a little like him, isn’t he?” he asked softly, knowing it to be cruel but unable to restrain himself.
There was a long silence, but Lan Xichen accepted it. He moved a little closer, enough that their arms touched. Wangji was not one for physical contact, not even from him, but he allowed it.
The acceptance of his gesture wasn’t much, but it sparked that hope again, that Wangji would open to him once more, but perhaps only after much more time than he had initially thought.
The sound was weaker, almost trembling. Lan Xichen leaned a little more into the contact of their arms, as they watched the two children play among the rabbits.