[semi-open] Lay me down let the only sound be the overflow

[zewu_jun]

Who: Lan Xichen, cultivators, and friends!
When: Around mid-month
Where: Lakeside out beyond the Wall (near the forge)
What: swimming, sitting, sighing, and shedding
Warnings: F is for friends who do stuff together.



Everyone probably has their own reasons for being at the lake. For Lan Xichen, working in the forge tends to lead to overheating (especially when he's been fighting off certain stress levels) and the nearby water provides a good way to politely cool off. Maybe you met him on his way and decided to join in or maybe you were already there. After several days this becomes a regular pattern of work followed by an afternoon soak, so it's possibly just a nice diversion when things are a bit too much to handle.

Whether it is swimming, meditating, having a snack, or just enjoying the fresh air along the bank, there are plenty of ways to share time with friends. The only possible warning will come from Lan Xichen himself if it looks like an argument is brewing--he will intervene. He came explicitly for some quiet time, so if anyone starts a fight, they'll probably have a half-naked Lan there to break them up. Maybe that's your thing.

[ooc: This log is a free for all for swimming and lake side games. All our friends are invited to tag in and tag each other. Basically, make up whatever you would like as a starter and cut in wherever if people agree! Non-cultivator friends and 4th wallers also welcome. If you need a specific prompt added, poke me at teaandreveries.]

Comments

[chifeng_zun]

Are you sure you would rather not trade for a day or so? I could take yours to be cleaned. I have to see a tailor in the morning anyway to ask about wedding robes, and they provide laundering. [He goes to gather up his perfectly dry, still-folded outer robes and Baxia, quirking a brow with mild amusement.] You are as quick as ever. I think it is my reflexes that have improved. [Maybe not too drastically, but they're improved enough as a Monster that it's noticeable.]

Maybe somewhere that is not beside the lake next time. Remove the temptation. [The corners of his lips are turned up. A soaking wet Lan Xichen is still funny.]

[zewu_jun]

[Lan Xichen stops as he's pulling on his wet robes and attempting to get some of the water out of his hair, looking over at Nie Mingjue with a certain level of curiosity.]

But if we trade clothes, then what will you wear? I don't want you to go without any robes for that long, Mingjue-xiong.

[He would clearly be the only one benefiting from a trade like that.]

Mm. Well, if you feel the need again, you should just warn me first so that I can spare my robes at least. I don't mind if you get me wet otherwise. It seems I also have more training to do. I believe I used to stand more of a chance against you.

[chifeng_zun]

I have other clothing at home. [He may not wear them much, but sometimes, his employer wants him to be a little less conspicuous. He is practical and he can see the use of trousers and shirts with close-fitting sleeves at times when ceremony and reputation are not necessary.] At times I need to dress more like the natives.

[He dumped him in the lake, it only seems fair that he head back in his inner robes and have Xichen's robes cleaned.]

You are still quite skilled, and quick. I believe I have some new advantages, however, that I am not used to.

[zewu_jun]

[It's kind moments like that which really touch him. He knows they haven't gotten along that well since Nie Mingjue arrived and that it is his fault, which probably won't change too easily, but his older sworn brother is still this thoughtful. It stings his heart just a bit.]

If you really insist. I was the one that caused it.

[He dug his own grave. Or... flew his own ass into the lake. Whichever analogy works in this case.]

Thank you, Mingjue-xiong.

[He says that sincerely, before laughing quietly at the observation.]

You have quite the balance! I thought I could catch you, but I will have to come up with a better technique. Do you think it is from whiskers?

[chifeng_zun]

Don't take blame for things you did not cause. I threw you. [And he has no regrets. Still pretty proud of yeeting him into the lake. He gathers up his outer and middle layers, still folded, from the grass and hands them to Xichen, taking his soaking outer robe over his arm in return. At least his inner robes are black and not sheer.] Thanks are not necessary. I will drop these off when they've been cleaned.

[And he shoots him a flat look.] I do not have whiskers. [Not yet anyway. Don't jinx him. But he might reach up to touch the ends of his mustache just to check.] Maybe it is innate. There are things about this form I am only just discovering.

[zewu_jun]

But in this case I was indeed the cause. I should have been more considerate of your feelings.

[He accepts the dry robes, bowing properly as he does, and then gives the wet outer robe over with an apologetic smile.]

I will repay you.

[There is no reason Nie Mingjue should have to pay for his mistakes. But Lan Xichen is happy anyway.]

Ah, don't tigers have whiskers? Your ears look a little like theirs, so I was thinking it might be possible for you to have whiskers as well.

[chifeng_zun]

[That wrenches an annoyed little huff out of him.] I am beyond tired of hearing about my feelings and anyone's consideration of them, Xichen. [He's trying very hard to put the more uncomfortable parts of today's conversation behind him, trying to feel normal with the other man again, but he isn't sure if that's possible.]

I don't yet. [And hopefully he won't. That seems a little too much.] The ears are bad enough.

[zewu_jun]

[Ah, there he is again. A moment of calm for another of anger, and Xichen holds back a sigh. If only Nie Mingjue could accept kindness as easily as his brother without fighting every step. But then, that is Mingjue.]

Well, I think the ears are nice.