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lan wangji
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The child Hermione?

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The very one! I take it as a positive sign that he's accepted you as part of the broader family network, or he wouldn't be worrying himself over things that don't exist.

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He worries for your dignity.

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Ah yes, that thing, of which I'm draped in! No, Lan Zhan, he can't doubt your loyalty, so then, would he worry I'd encourage you to take on additional lovers? Or that I'd cut ties to free you for another's less fraught affections?

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( 'Additional' lovers, what. )

Her temperament is unsuited. Fiery. Headstrong. Whimsy.

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( they've held hands, they are intense lovers as far as things go for husbands. there's also the kisses, which given their kiss records might be tied or might not as "don't exist largely" means they are EMPHATIC lovers, the world is not ready for this.

so clearly more... people to hold hands with? he doesn't frankly think the, uh, tension of whatever they have will spill over anytime soon, given how he keeps testing what degree of touch Lan Zhan can tolerate, and figures it's somewhere along the lines of "sparring is better than sex" for most intents and purposes. )

Dearest, darling husband, consider who you've married three times over.

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You wish me to consider her?

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I'd take her as a daughter, all things considered, but Lan Zhan, if what you want is ever along those lines for anyone, I'm not the one who'll tell you no.

( he has no thoughts in his head that lan zhan wants hermione, let alone like that, but there is another point, another... tapping at whatever he's built as confidence for himself, where the cracks start to gape, where water seeps from the façade of stone.

if there is a freeing of lan zhan in having a living person who was once the wei ying he knew, and now is the wei ying he's been learning, stand at his side. if his heart will crack open, desire find new root, and lan zhan cares in such ways as he's at liberty to, for any. )

I wish all the joys you would accept for yourself to rain down upon you. You know that, don't you?

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Wei Ying.

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Bear me a daughter.

I accept her.

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I did tell her you'd want to adopt her.

Born enough?

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Born enough.

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You should be. The one to tell me no.

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Lan Zhan...

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( it, hm. he blinks, slow and feline, considering those words as if they were written in the familiar hand of the man who'd otherwise written them. a different sort of missive, if they were leaving letters on each other's desks, or tucked under pillows. )

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Do you plan...

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On cultivating my selfishness for your attention?

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Jesting aside, if you say I should, I will.

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Do you trust me, Lan Zhan?

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( A neat avoidance: )

It is your right.

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Do you trust me?

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I trust you.

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Then as one husband to another, I won't need to claim that right anymore than you will.

( what he does not want, and does not need, is more than one spouse, one lover, one head on a pillow by his own. that he does, in fact, want lan zhan there, for his own sake, is a fierce and honeyed tincture lining his stomach, warming like alcohol swallowed down, down, down.

over a year ago, he's aware now that his own wants would be pale in comparison to the understanding he has now. to the faith he's firmed in standing, and the ridiculous man who has compulsively married him on both sides of his lace woven life. )

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You have no jealousies? No petty wants.

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Oh, I've got those second things. Like having you sleep in with me on a proper bed someday!