For Wei Ying and Ahn

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji already has a multitude of regrets. They are not about Lee-gonxi nor about his faith that he and Wei Ying can find a way to help him.

Wei Ying had been enthusiastic about the idea of inviting Lee-gonxi to their new home for dinner, intrigued by the idea of investigating a new type of magic, sure about the desire to help Lee-gonxi but far less so at the idea of meditation. In fact, most of Wei Ying's enthusiasm seemed centered around having a new drinking partner and the meat that Lan Wangji has prepared for their meal.

He left Wei Ying with strict instruction not to imbibe all their wine or eat the meat or let Bunny out of his hutch OR mess up the careful, clean order he'd left their house in until he has returned with Lee Ahn. He is dubious as to what they will return to.

The wind cuts cold as he and Lee-gonxi fly close enough to see the warm lights of their home and he dips down, fingers tight of Lee-gonxi's shoulders. "Still alright?"

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[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian hums, thinking as he slurps up his soup, lips burning. "Perhaps we could find something very new for you to touch," he suggests. Much of Darrow seems to be new, not its people or its buildings but everything else - furniture, cutlery, even the clothes seem built for convenience rather than to last. One of their funny little forks, for example, will surely hold little to be envisioned straight out of its packaging.

"Practice with a vision that won't be too intense."

[lan_wangji]

"Think Lee-gonxi's goal would be to control whether or not he saw these things. Do not yet know if that is attainable," Lan Wangji admits, grabbing a few more pieces of meat for Wei Ying and then Lee Ahn before settling back into place, posture straight and unmoving as ever.

"But retaining sense of one's self, not being overwhelmed by the vision is where to start. Wei Ying's suggestion is a good one."

[psychometricguy]

Ahn knows that's exactly where he has to start. Sungmo would often find ways to force Ahn to use his power to try to train him into getting used to it, when he found the time to actually focus on Ahn. It makes sense. But he looks around the room, thinks about all the little things in the house that Wangji and Wuxian have touched. He's been careful in their home already, keeping his hands as close to himself as possible and allowing Wangji to serve him instead of reaching out where he may accidentally touch either one of them.

He thinks about what he knows about them, and what he doesn't; they've trusted him enough to take him under their wing for now, and Ahn would very much like to not see their darkest, most painful memories if he can help it. He likes them too much to want their friendships strained by whatever he may see.

"Yes, I think we can start there," he says carefully. "As long as we can try with a stranger's things."