[Team Two] New Melody

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Hi! I don't know what this is, except that it's WangXian nonsense. Rated G!

“Sounds good to me,” Wei Wuxian says, putting his dizi down, then stretching his back by pulling his arms over his head. He groans a little as he relaxes, then rolls his shoulders. “Ah, so tired. Why did I agree to this?”

Lan Zhan does not answer immediately. It’s not unexpected, and Wei Wuxian has learned long ago to just wait for his husband’s words.

“Your idea,” he points out in the end. To anyone else, except maybe to Sizhui and Zewu-Jun, the answer is neutral at best, scathing at worst. Wei Wuxian, however, knows his husband well, and it’s been many years since he’s misunderstood his true intentions.

“Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whines, turning to his husband with wide doleful eyes and a pout. Both do little to hide the spark of mischief and the teasing smile. “Why do you tease your poor husband so? Unfair, it’s unfair!”

“Mn.” There’s a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, barely visible and only if you know where to look. Wei Wuxian does, and he can’t help but feel light and happy, and express it by laughing out loud.

“Does Wei Ying...not want to?” Lan Zhan asks, almost hesitant. That shuts Wei Wuxian up.

“What? No!” He scrambles up from where he’d been rolling on the floor and turns bodily to look at Lan Zhan, and then Wei Wuxian’s poor heart squeezes at the small frown etched between his husband’s brows. He sits with a perfect posture, his hands still over Wangji’s strings. Wei Wuxian quickly shuffles closer, unconcerned with dignity when his husband is worrying so needlessly.

“No?” Lan Zhan asks, the line on his brow deepening, golden eyes tight.

“I mean, yes, I want to.” Wei Wuxian nods decisively, and catches Lan Zhan’s gaze. “I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t. You know that, Lan Zhan.”

“...Mn.”

That doesn’t sound so sure. Wei Wuxian can’t have that.

“Aiya, Lan Zhan, don’t you trust me?” Wei Wuxian pouts a bit, and Lan Zhan's golden eyes widen in alarm.

“Trust Wei Ying,” he says, so serious and earnest that Wei Wuxian immediately flushes, heart expanding with warmth. He will never get used to his husband’s honest regard for him, never get used to receiving such sincere compliments. He doesn’t want to; he wants to treasure them all.

“What have I told you about warning me before you say such things?” he demands while clutching at his chest, though the tone is playful. “My poor heart can’t take it.”

The familiar antics seem to work—Lan Zhan doesn’t look as worried anymore. Good. Now, for the final act.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, losing the teasing tone, because this is serious and Lan Zhan must know that. “It’s okay, I was just being a brat. I asked you, didn’t I?” He waits for Lan Zhan’s tiny nod of acknowledgment, then Wei Wuxian grins. “So, that’s it! My idea, I want to do it. But you know me, I can get, maybe, sometimes, a tiny little bit obsessed.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his head. “And then I complain. Nothing unusual, right?”

“Mn.”

“Exactly!” His grin widens, and he itches to touch his husband—he wants to tackle him in a hug, but he has Wangji so Wei Wuxian can’t. Instead, he settles for leaning against his side and pecking at his cheek. Lan Zhan’s ears redden at the tip. “I really, really want to play this new song with you, okay? And it’s almost complete! So...once more?”

“...Once more,” Lan Zhan agrees. “Then rest. Dinner will be soon.”

“Deal!” he says, and listens to the guqin’s melody as he waits for his cue to join.

I'm pretty sure this is the last post of this round, but just in case... tagging bluedreaming!