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protagonisthalo) wrote2023-11-26 09:07 am
protagonisthalo) wrote2023-11-26 09:07 am
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Luo Binghe does not need to sleep every night, and at home he is too busy to do so. But there is less to do here, and he grows bored in the nighttime when there is no chance of seeing any of the few people he likes. And Nina must not have any nightmares on his watch.
He curls up on his bed now, enduring the ache he always feels to be in it alone. Sleeping alone is one of the things he most despises. The only saving grace is that his powers let him make himself sleep instantly. In his youth, he often ended up fighting his thoughts for hours in place of sleep, even when physically exhausted. He wishes Shen Yuan were here, or if not, perhaps Sagramore—not to do anything that would disrespect Shen Yuan, but just to warm Luo Binghe's bed with his presence. But he would prefer almost anyone in the mansion over no one.
He ignores this customary melancholy and forces himself to sleep. He will first check on Nina, to guide her mind towards its best dreams without intruding, as he promised. After that, all dream paths are open to him.
[If you'd like a Luo Binghe dream visitation, please comment with how and where your character is sleeping, and perhaps what might be on their mind. If Luo Binghe does not know the character well, the dream will be more generic. However, he can read thoughts and memories, so feel free to DM the typist if there's anything you'd like Binghe to pick up on. Sweet dreams!]
He curls up on his bed now, enduring the ache he always feels to be in it alone. Sleeping alone is one of the things he most despises. The only saving grace is that his powers let him make himself sleep instantly. In his youth, he often ended up fighting his thoughts for hours in place of sleep, even when physically exhausted. He wishes Shen Yuan were here, or if not, perhaps Sagramore—not to do anything that would disrespect Shen Yuan, but just to warm Luo Binghe's bed with his presence. But he would prefer almost anyone in the mansion over no one.
He ignores this customary melancholy and forces himself to sleep. He will first check on Nina, to guide her mind towards its best dreams without intruding, as he promised. After that, all dream paths are open to him.
[If you'd like a Luo Binghe dream visitation, please comment with how and where your character is sleeping, and perhaps what might be on their mind. If Luo Binghe does not know the character well, the dream will be more generic. However, he can read thoughts and memories, so feel free to DM the typist if there's anything you'd like Binghe to pick up on. Sweet dreams!]
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Not so here. His boots are braced against the loose, rocky soil of the cliffside. Everything that matters is arrayed before him, every face that strikes him through with dangerous tenderness, and if only Lan Wangji could be strong enough, he could rip this tree out by the roots and carry it away with no one harmed. The spray of the water soaks his robes, and his grip is slipping.
The worst of it is that they trust him. Magnus grins at him, and calls "Hi, Hanguang-jun," and Sizhui gazes at him with faith relaxing every part of his dear, sweet face, his still-round cheeks, and says, "Don't worry, Hanguang-jun. I'm never afraid when you're around." His brother is silent, but he smiles, one of the painfully effortful smiles he has developed since Jin Guangyao's betrayal, the smile that he puts on when Lan Wangji comes to visit and counsel him. Uncle fixes him with a stern expression and says, "Wangji, don't play around. Back to work." Claudius is laughing, waving a flippant hand, as he says, "Lan Wangji, must thou rescue me again? My ego is beginning to suffer, but please do get me out of here at thine earliest convenience."
Wei Ying looks at him with the corners of his eyes crinkled, his smile so beautiful and broad that Lan Wangji feels it unmaking him even now. "Isn't this nice, Lan Zhan? We get to say goodbye this time."
He awakens with sweat damp at the back of his neck and his pulse too fast in his throat and wrists. Wei Ying pushes his face into Lan Wangji's shoulder and grumbles too tight, you brute, and it is with heroic self-control that Lan Wangji relaxes his hold on his husband, who is alive, who breathes and whose heart beats and who will never leave his side. He shuts his eyes again, but he does not return to sleep.