tw // cw : no head wwx (non explicit)
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Wei Wuxian had a guqin string against his throat, and a filet of blood running down to his shoulder and staining his clothes.
Lan Wangji was staring at him, face whiter than snow.
"Lan Zhan! Don't lower your sword! Don't listen to him!" Wei Wuxian's expression was fearful and it was clear that he feared for his life, fear that almost paralyzed Lan Wangji himself.
Lan Wangji hesitated for a moment, but put down Bichen on the ground beside his feet. He couldn't play with his luck, not when it would be so easy to—
"Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-jun!" Wei Wuxian nearly screamed "I love you! I know you always hated me, but... But! That time, I really wanted to sleep with y—"
Startled with the confession, Jin Guangyao pulled the string, and soon his robes were red with blood, as well as his and Lan Wangji's boots.
Lan Xichen's sharp gasp was the loudest thing in their corner of the temple.
"No..." Lan Wangji said, falling to his knees on the pool of blood "No..."
His hands trembled, touching the red liquid.
"Wei Ying!" with a loud gasp, Lan Wangji opened up his eyes and sat up on his bed.
It was night outside, calm and silent, only the wind on the tree leaves making any noise outside. Inside the Jingshi, Lan Wangji hyperventilated, panic running through his veins, not knowing if he was still dreaming of already awake.
Slowly, he calmed down. And as he did, light came from beyond the forest, with the sun rising.
A dream. It was just a dream.
Or was it...?
What did he see? Why? What was going on, who was the Jin disciple? He should talk to his brother.
Getting up from his bed was tougher than he expected, but he persevered. It was not long after that he opened his room's door and inhaled the cold early morning air.
"Wangji, good morning." Lan Xichen smiled at him a little sleepily, having just woken up "Is everything alright? Do you want to eat breakfast together?"
"...Mn." Lan Wangji nodded.
His brother looked at him with curiosity, but let him get inside, making tea for them both.
"Brother." Lan Wangji started, after taking a sip "I had a strange dream."
"A dream? What of it?"
"Wei Ying."
"You dreamed with Wei Wuxian?" Lan Xichen was highly curious now, not even blinking as he stared at his younger brother.
"He died."
"Died? Wangji... Can you tell me from the beginning?"
After a moment and another sip, Lan Wangji nodded.
"We were older. I was a teacher, Wei Ying had recently come back. Apparently, he was dead for 13 years. I waited for him, I was the only one who believed he was innocent. We were in Yunmeng, Jiang-gongzi was the sect leader. He and Wei Ying... Jiang Wanyin hated him and did not feel he had to pretend otherwise. He said bad things and made Wei Ying faint." Lan Wangji frowned visibly.
"Wangji?"
"Wei Ying was too weak. He was resurrected against his wishes, in a body with a small golden core."
"I see... Was there more?"
"Mn. Someone came, I could not recognize, he had Wei Ying's sword with him. He told us, Jiang Wanyin had his golden core melted by the Wens when Lotus Pier were attacked. Wei Ying felt it was his fault, and that he owned the Jiangs his life. He insisted that Wen Qing surgically remove his golden core to implant on Jiang Wanyin's body."
"...What."
"After the surgery, Wei Ying was capture, tortured and thrown on the Burial Mounds, with no golden core. There, he founded the ghost path, demonic cultivation."
"Demonic cultivation?! Was this why... he died? 13 years before?"
"...Mn." Lan Wangji nodded again "We went to a temple, where a Jin disciple had a guqin string against Wei Ying's throat. He..." Lan Wangji gulped, putting his teacup down with a light tremble.
"He died again?" Lan Xichen asked softly, receiving a positive answer. He sighed loudly "Did you know why this Jin person did that?"
"He was using Wei Ying against me." he hesitated "Brother was his friend, and he often talked about me with that person, so my feelings were common knowledge."
Lan Xichen inhaled sharply, feeling the accusation deeply, although he knew Wangji would never.
"That is a strange dream." Lan Xichen said at last "It almost feels as if you saw the future."
"...Mn."
"What are you going to do with this information, Wangji?"
"What brother suggest?"
Lan Xichen smiled softly.
"I think, you need to talk more with Wei-gongzi, and understand him better." he chuckled silently "Then, you can leave your big brother do the rest."
Lan Wangji looked slightly annoyed, and sighed silently.
"I want to help."
"...Alright. But only if you tell Wei-gongzi your dream."
"Brother!"
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