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Lan Wangji | Lan Zhan ([personal profile] qinzhen) wrote in [community profile] incenseburning2022-01-12 08:51 pm

immemorial (vampire AU)

( from here! )

"It is nothing but time," he says, perhaps too earnest in response to Wei Ying's teasing, but he has never been any other way. Even on occasions when he teases in turn - a phenomenon that has become more frequent over the years, due to Wei Ying's influence - Lan Zhan is nothing but honest in how he feels. "We have plenty of that."

They don't often speak of the Wen in detail, although they have spoken of Wei Ying's initial methods for preserving their lives. At first, Lan Zhan had been conflicted - the blood of a Pureblood vampire is potent, and not to be shared carelessly - but he did not question Wei Ying's judgment. Ultimately, he agrees that the Wen are victims and does not support their execution. His direct opposition is notable, for he used to be - his uncle occasionally laments - a model for upholding the standards and principles of their kind. But as the years unspool before him, he finds himself increasingly at odds with the Counsel, for more reasons than this.

In spite of everything, Lan Zhan helps where and when he can. He is a willing benefactor for this endeavor, as much as Wei Ying is willing to accept from him. But he is aware of his position in these matters, and it is a precarious one.

Wei Ying swings their hands between them and his smile is blinding. His joy is palpable, and Lan Zhan feels warmth spread from his chest to every inch of him. Long gone are the days where Wei Ying left him feeling outpaced, his steps leaden with duty and expectations. He practices gratitude daily, and is ever thankful for the convergence of paths that have led them to this point.

He does not respond verbally. Instead, he leans in to capture Wei Ying's lips with his own - the kiss is imbued with tenderness, and finality, like the wax seal on a letter. He loves how forever sounds from Wei Ying's mouth.
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[personal profile] longredribbon 2022-01-13 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The ambitions that Wei Ying worked towards were challenging and, at times, risky at best, but his need to decide upon whether he would act at all never really existed from the beginning. There were no choices. He recognized the dire circumstances that the Wen's were being faced with at the time and stepped in. The actions he took weren't ones that the Purebloods (and even a good deal of the vampire population at large) were at all in favor of. Then again, it wasn't as if Wei Ying had the cleanest reputation in the first place. It might also be said that he only did what he had to in order to boost his ego.

—Which, yes, did happen, naturally so, but it wasn't at all the sole and core reason for his actions. The care he felt towards them was genuine. Lan Zhan would be the first to recognize this, too.

For now, all such matters are set aside. Forgotten, even. Six months is nothing at all between the two of them, yet it stretched out tediously slower by the day. He can only ever long for Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying further laces their fingers together in a solid hold as he returns the kiss with a warm and quieted exhale. He doesn't need to see to know where they're moving, but for the moment keeps his gaze upon Lan Zhan. When his eyes do slip shut, Wei Ying nudges against him, deeply breathing him in. His free hand lifts to slip around to the nape of Lan Zhan's neck, feeling the warmth of his skin and the sensation of his hair beneath his fingers.

Somehow, he's able to keep from rushing them.
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[personal profile] longredribbon 2022-03-06 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It's almost too much of a tease for the warmth and draw of Lan Zhan's lips to dip little by little, only for him to part within the next breath. Six months and hundreds of miles had already separated them, all finally up until now. Wei Ying knows well that neither of them have any need to hurry with any particular aspect of their endless lives, but that doesn't mean he wishes to fall into complacency.

Wei Ying almost has to chuckle with amusement at the sight of the couch. Instead, for the moment, he allows himself to move as Lan Zhan guides them.

Their position is a favored one for Wei Ying. While normally around the same height as Lan Zhan, being seated on his lap allows for a subtly noticeable advantage as he relaxes with both legs over to one of Lan Zhan's sides, comfortably settled.

One of Wei Ying's arms drapes over Lan Zhan's shoulders. His touch is feather-light against the warmth of Lan Zhan's smooth, pale skin, caressing his cheek and down towards the column of his throat with the backs of his knuckles.

His eyes glow a deep shade of crimson, only to slip shut as he tips his forehead against Lan Zhan's temple, deeply breathing him in. Six months is a long time to go without truly being sated. "I'm home, Lan Zhan."
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[personal profile] longredribbon 2022-05-16 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
Providing blood for the Wen had just been a necessity. It was crucial for Wei Ying to be able to get them on their feet and acclimated to becoming vampires as quickly as he could. Permanently living beside them hadn't been an option even from the beginning. However, he knew perfectly well how dangerously addictive the blood of a Pureblood was to all of the other vampire classes. If he wanted to prevent any possibility of the Wen growing too reliant, or even more susceptible to control, Wei Ying needed to be diligent and remain constantly aware of the amount of blood that he provided, and for how long.

He knew Lan Zhan didn't like it. However, the realization was delayed on Wei Ying's part; he'd been almost entirely oblivious, and for some time. The depths of his jealousy hadn't entirely been known, rather a sense that Lan Zhan's views of him had soured. Since coming to terms and having several discussions on the matter, Wei Ying has become far more forthcoming with his own thoughts and sentiments towards Lan Zhan.

"I took a few tablets the other day," he murmurs, nosing Lan Zhan's cheek. The reply is evasive. Wei Ying knows exactly what he's insinuating. Another deep, weighted breath brings out more honesty, "Months. . ." The first taste along the length of Lan Zhan's throat, alone, is enough to make him shiver. Wei Ying savors his steady pulse, taunting just beyond a thin expanse of skin, practically feeling as his mouth waters.

As with many things, Wei Ying soon is too impatient. He's waited for long enough already, enough to have nearly driven himself mad. Even so, Wei Ying doesn't rush himself when deeply burying his fangs into him, a heavily shuddered moan escaping the back of his throat with the first thick spill of Lan Zhan's blood upon his tongue.