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“Baba?” Lan Sizhui’s voice was much deeper than he remembered.
His face comes into view and, yes that’s right. His little radish isn’t so little anymore. An adult who always makes him to visit his fathers… father.
“How have you been feeling?”
That was the
“Baba?” Lan Sizhui’s voice was much deeper than he remembered.
His face comes into view and, yes that’s right. His little radish isn’t so little anymore. An adult who always makes him to visit his fathers… father.
“How have you been feeling?”
That was the
golden question wasn’t it?
The sound of tiny feet running in the hallway, then a little girl crashed into his leg. Holding him and smiling like her father had done so long ago. Sizhui was much too big for that now.
Lan Wangji patted her head. “I have some fruit for you in the
The sound of tiny feet running in the hallway, then a little girl crashed into his leg. Holding him and smiling like her father had done so long ago. Sizhui was much too big for that now.
Lan Wangji patted her head. “I have some fruit for you in the
kitchen.”
The little girl squeaked excitedly, taking Lan Wangji’s hand and leading him as if he didn’t know where to go in his own home.
Life was a cycle. Lan Wangji had known life without Wei Ying. Then with Wei Ying. Then with Lan Yuan. Then… now is the after he supposed.
The little girl squeaked excitedly, taking Lan Wangji’s hand and leading him as if he didn’t know where to go in his own home.
Life was a cycle. Lan Wangji had known life without Wei Ying. Then with Wei Ying. Then with Lan Yuan. Then… now is the after he supposed.
The time a person reflects on all the good memories they have with the person they woke with every morning and fell asleep to every night.
The time a person tries so hard to remember the sound of a laugh or a heartbeat that used to beat in synch with your own.
Lan Wangji misses
The time a person tries so hard to remember the sound of a laugh or a heartbeat that used to beat in synch with your own.
Lan Wangji misses
his husband. So damn much. He cannot lie or hide that. His heart /aches/ for one more day one more hour one more minute to memorize every expression and sound Wei Ying makes… made.
Someday the lights will go out for Lan Wangji for the last time. He hoped with every fiber of
Someday the lights will go out for Lan Wangji for the last time. He hoped with every fiber of
his soul that Wei Ying will be there in front of him with an outstretched hand. A smile so devastatingly beautiful that Lan Wangji is sure to cry.
His husband rushing into his arms, a joyful laugh. “You caught me Lan Zhan!”
“Baba?”
Lan Wangji nodded. “I have been well.
His husband rushing into his arms, a joyful laugh. “You caught me Lan Zhan!”
“Baba?”
Lan Wangji nodded. “I have been well.
Keeping busy when I can. How about you?”
He settles into conversation with his son. His granddaughter in his lap not so sneakily taking grapes from his own bowl. Lan Wangji doesn’t mind because in her most mischievous expression is a mimic of his Wei Ying. So maybe Lan Wangji
He settles into conversation with his son. His granddaughter in his lap not so sneakily taking grapes from his own bowl. Lan Wangji doesn’t mind because in her most mischievous expression is a mimic of his Wei Ying. So maybe Lan Wangji
indulges the little girl and let’s her get away with more than his uncle ever let him and way more than he ever let Sizhui get away with.
Wei Ying would have wanted it this way anyhow.
The pain of loss will never wash away the joy of family. Having loved another,
Wei Ying would have wanted it this way anyhow.
The pain of loss will never wash away the joy of family. Having loved another,
was a blessing not all are able to find. Lan Wangji hopes he did it right. He’ll ask Wei Ying when he sees him again. Some day.
// {ahem} … uh kinda hurt my own feelings 😅
// {ahem} … uh kinda hurt my own feelings 😅
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