On one particular day there happened to be a toolmaster visiting Gusu. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had presented him with a particular mysterious incense burner in the hopes that he could work out its mysteries. And as these things went, a little bit of specialized incense had been burned for the sake of observation.
That night, after a vigorous round, Lan Wangji fell into a deep sleep. When he came to awareness inside his dream, he was alone, and the scenery was hazy and indistinct. He looked around for a few moments but couldn't make out anything in particular. He was just about to start wandering when he felt what almost felt like a tug at the back of his mind.
"Wei Ying?"
He wasn't sure why he knew it, or how, but in a moment he was certain that that feeling was related to Wei Wuxian somehow. Lan Wangji was quiet for a few seconds, then hesitantly tried to reach out not verbally, but mentally towards that tug itself.
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That night, after a vigorous round, Lan Wangji fell into a deep sleep. When he came to awareness inside his dream, he was alone, and the scenery was hazy and indistinct. He looked around for a few moments but couldn't make out anything in particular. He was just about to start wandering when he felt what almost felt like a tug at the back of his mind.
"Wei Ying?"
He wasn't sure why he knew it, or how, but in a moment he was certain that that feeling was related to Wei Wuxian somehow. Lan Wangji was quiet for a few seconds, then hesitantly tried to reach out not verbally, but mentally towards that tug itself.
"... Wei Ying?"