I Embrace My Inner Tarzan [open post]

[summerdude]

There's a massive old oak about fifty yards west of Magnus's favorite clearing. It has thick, sturdy branches; he can climb nearly forty feet up it before he starts to worry about them holding his weight. There's a family of squirrels that lives nearby -- good squirrels, nothing like Ratatosk -- and Magnus likes to listen to them discuss their acorn deposits. Sometimes, when they're not looking, he'll grow and stash more acorns for them to discover; he's not sure how long the winters here get.

He's pretty sure it's cold outside, but it's not cold enough to affect him, and so he's still barefoot and in a t-shirt pretty much all the time.

Today, he's been scrounging in some of the out-buildings. There's a portable outdoor fireplace. While he doesn't feel the cold, he finds (contained) fires comforting, and it'll be nice to have some hot food, so he shoulders it and a makeshift grill surface, and lugs them to the base of his oak tree. Now he'll have an easier way of preparing the fish Mothwing sometimes leaves him than trying to summon the right amount of summer into them so that they cook and don't explode, at least.

He lights a modest fire, feeding it with fallen sticks. Then he shoves an apple, picked from another nearby tree, into his mouth and a book he'd pilfered from the library into the waistband of his pants, and climbs up an easy ten feet to his favorite branch. Things don't seem so bad, living out here.

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[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji had, prior to the truth spell, been -- in his way -- doing what he could to disassemble the barrier of silence that existed between himself and the other residents of this mansion. It does not come easily to him, and it never has, but he had made a choice, and he had been trying.

Recently, that has slipped back out of his grasp. He keeps to Wei Ying and his quarters and seeks out no one. There is nothing, however, no shame or dissatisfaction or distraction, that could keep him from his duty. He rises at mao hour, he meditates, and he makes his rounds, no matter how many times he makes the same circuit of the grounds, no matter how little changes each time. This morning, though, something has changed in the woods. There is a fire. It comes in no form Lan Wangji has ever seen before, but it is unmistakable, and seemingly contained. He stops to examine it.

It is useful to be perceptive. Something tugs at his awareness, a familiar warm aura, and Lan Wangji looks up until he sees an even more familiar face, light-haired and disheveled and beloved to him. "Magnus," he says, startled enough to let some surprise and concern color his voice.

[summerdude]

"Hanguang-jun," Magnus says, an instinctual smile blooming across his face. He tucks his book into the crook of a nearby branch, settling the apple on top of it, and -- absolutely to show off a little -- hooks his legs around his seat and allows himself to fall backward, so that he's hanging upside down by his knees. His hair, which is loose and no doubt bestrewn with twigs, hangs below his head; his t-shirt settle somewhere around his armpits. If he hadn't tucked his necklace underneath the neckline of his shirt, no doubt it would have smacked him in the face. "Hi!"

[lightbearinglord]

Neatly torn between pride, amusement, and continued concern, Lan Wangji opts to simply take the path that requires the fewest number of words. He backs up a pace or two, enough to get a small running start that is, in turn, enough for him to jump neatly, pivot with the sole of one boot off the trunk of the tree, and then land with equal tidiness next to Magnus on his chosen branch, nearly floating into a seated position that does not jostle the tree at all when he lands. Tree-climbing is Wei Ying's domain; he enjoys goading Lan Wangji into doing it, then scolding him for approaching the activity with too little gracelessness and enthusiasm, for not getting his hands dirty enough. Lan Wangji knows no other way to approach it.

[summerdude]

Magnus hauls himself back up with an easy surge of strength, and then scoots closer to Lan Wangji, leaning against him. "Thanks again for the other day," he says, as the heavy weight of Lan Wangji's pendant settles against his sternum again.

[lightbearinglord]

The only answer that springs to mind is there is very little I would not do for you, so Lan Wangji says nothing, and tucks a firm arm around Magnus' shoulders. He is silent, sitting in the pleasant warmth that Magnus seems to emanate, and then he reaches to pluck a stray twig from Magnus' hair, a frown creasing his brow.

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs. "Whoops," he says, looking at the twig in Lan Wangji's hands. "I keep thinking I should bring a brush out here, but every time I'm in the house I forget."

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji's frown stays in place for a beat or two longer, and then he removes his arm from Magnus' shoulders. He unfastens his qiankun pouch from his waist and reaches inside, with a brief and brisk rummage until he finds the object he is looking for: an ivory comb.

He turns a little, as much as he can while sitting on a tree branch, and begins at the ends of Magnus' hair where he can reach it, teasing out twigs and tangles with gentle efficiency.

[summerdude]

"Oh," Magnus says, closing his eyes and relaxing. "That feels nice."

[lightbearinglord]

For a time, Lan Wangji remains silent, working his way methodically up the length of Magnus' hair. His own hair is considerably longer, and so is Wei Ying's; he has more than enough practice at completing this task with as little painful tugging or snarling as possible. It is meditative, in a way, and at length, he says, "Hair must be combed daily."

[summerdude]

"It's been awhile since it's gotten this long," Magnus says. "Back home, Alex would wrangle it into submission anytime it got messy. I guess I'm a little out of practice." Plus, he hasn't really been seeing that many people lately, so there hasn't been much point.

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji pauses at a particularly stubborn knot, using the teeth of the comb to coax it apart as gently as he can until he can pass the comb easily through Magnus' hair again. "Where I am from, we do not cut our hair." This is part of his explanation for why daily combing is necessary. It is also necessary for health reasons, of course.

[summerdude]

"That's cool," Magnus says. The comb feels so good. Hanguang-jun is so gentle and nice. "Why not?"

[lightbearinglord]

"Hair is a gift from one's parents," Lan Wangji says evenly. "Cutting it is disrespectful to that gift." Already, Magnus' hair is beginning to look much neater and more comfortable, which is immensely satisfying.

[summerdude]

"Mom always kept her hair super short," Magnus remembers. "But she liked mine longer. I don't know if it's because it was closer to my - to Frey's hair, then, or because... There was this Midgardian musician named Kurt Cobain before my time that she used to really like, and she got a kick out of how much I apparently looked like him. So I mostly kept it long, until we had a quest and Blitz had to cut it so he could use it as thread for a crafting. Alex got really into being my personal hairdresser after that, and I mostly let him."

[lightbearinglord]

It's a comfort to listen to Magnus, and Lan Wangji continues to comb out his hair, closer now to the crown of his head, as he speaks. There is a smear of sap stuck nearly to where the hair parts, and that takes the longest time of all to work out, because Lan Wangji is utterly determined to stay gentle, not to hurt him. "Alex," he repeats, thoughtful. He can identify a significant name, especially when it is uttered twice in one conversation. "You told me that Alex's parents were unkind to him."

[summerdude]

Magnus freezes. "Yeah," he says, slowly. "Very. I shouldn't have said that, though, even if I was upset at the time. The Loki stuff is common knowledge, but the other stuff... Alex is a really private person." Tone apologetic, he adds, "If he ever shows up here I won't ask you to pretend like I didn't say anything, but I probably shouldn't say anything else about her life before she was homeless."

[lightbearinglord]

"Mn." With some triumph, Lan Wangji flicks the half-hardened sap away, watching it soar into the air and then drop to the forest floor. He switches the hand holding the comb so that he may run his fingers through that portion of Magnus' hair, confirming that it is no longer sticky, then switches back to resume his work. "I would not ask you to."

[summerdude]

"I know you wouldn't," Magnus says, appreciatively. "Suffice to say, then, that Alex's mom is Loki, but she doesn't like to be defined by that particular relationship."

[lightbearinglord]

"I read of Loki," Lan Wangji says with another small and fleeting frown. He committed to memory every detail that he could of the gods who seem to define Magnus' world. "I understand." Finished at last, he runs the comb through each section of Magnus' hair one final time, top to bottom. Once he is satisfied that there are no knots remaining, he returns the comb to his qiankun pouch and secures it afresh to his waist.

[summerdude]

"Yeah," Magnus nods. "Bad news bears." When it become clear that Lan Wangji is done with his hair, he twists back and leans against him again. "I'm trying to think of the best way to tell Alex that I love her, next time I see her."

[lightbearinglord]

It is clear that Magnus is unlikely to fall, and equally clear that he would not sustain significant damage if he did. Lan Wangji fits his arm back around his shoulders anyway.

Magnus is young, but Lan Wangji was younger still when he fell in love. He never fell out of that love. As such, he considers this, and takes it seriously. "Can you not say it plainly?"

[summerdude]

"Yeah, but," Magnus says. "Like, I think she probably knows. I'm not a cagey guy. But I want it to be special, especially since I've been gone so long."

[lightbearinglord]

"I am more qualified to teach you painting and handstands," Lan Wangji admits, just the tiniest bit dry about it. "I have loved one person all my life and did not speak of it until recently." This is not quite accurate. He confessed once, at length, and it was forgotten entirely, Wei Ying's mind breaking under the qi backlash along with his body and spirit. That Lan Wangji is the only one who remembers makes it easy to feel as though it never truly happened.

[summerdude]

"But you did speak of it," Magnus says. "If you don't want to get into it, though, that's fine." He considers something, though, and doesn't drop the topic: "I also don't want to scare him off by being like, Alex, you're the love of my life, PS I've decided to try and quit fighting, I hope that doesn't make things weird, because I really mean it."

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji is quiet for a time, gazing out at the trees around them, their bursts of autumnal colors. Magnus is very warm against his side. He thinks of Wei Ying, whose wants are often in conflict with his needs. "If Alex loves you, he will know that you require peace, and he will want it for you as much as you want it for yourself."