[ Wangji did not forget. He could not forget, that Wei Ying would come back, not by his choice; that someone called Mo Xuanyu would summon him inside his body. That he could love him back, one day. That he could take the three bows with him.
But the years went by, and while he could sometimes return to the magical town - and even pet the rainbow-feathered bird - a part of him wondered if all of that had not been a dream. Not that Wei Ying would love him back, or that he would join his life with his. He could never doubt him, not once he committed to trusting him. That part gave him warmth even when his body was struggling through pain, then healing, then training to be functional again.
But a decade later, he had found no trace of him. And another year. And another.
Perhaps... perhaps he had dreamed that Wei Ying would live again, after all.
And then A-Yuan, Sizhui, their A-Yuan, sent out a signal light to call Wangji to Mo Village, and he heard that name again, for the first time in years.
Mo Xuanyu.
But he was gone, and Wangji - Wangji did not know how to find him. It took him hours of meditation to calm himself again, and continue on the course that he would have followed if this was not a possibility. Sizhui had implied that they would meet, had he not? Then they would. With calm restored to his heart, he could feel something else again. Something that he had lost for a while. It was...
It is, he reminds himself as he sends Bichen to cut through the demon-binding nets, good to have hope again. ]
Reunion: For Wei Wuxian
But the years went by, and while he could sometimes return to the magical town - and even pet the rainbow-feathered bird - a part of him wondered if all of that had not been a dream. Not that Wei Ying would love him back, or that he would join his life with his. He could never doubt him, not once he committed to trusting him. That part gave him warmth even when his body was struggling through pain, then healing, then training to be functional again.
But a decade later, he had found no trace of him. And another year. And another.
Perhaps... perhaps he had dreamed that Wei Ying would live again, after all.
And then A-Yuan, Sizhui, their A-Yuan, sent out a signal light to call Wangji to Mo Village, and he heard that name again, for the first time in years.
Mo Xuanyu.
But he was gone, and Wangji - Wangji did not know how to find him. It took him hours of meditation to calm himself again, and continue on the course that he would have followed if this was not a possibility. Sizhui had implied that they would meet, had he not? Then they would. With calm restored to his heart, he could feel something else again. Something that he had lost for a while. It was...
It is, he reminds himself as he sends Bichen to cut through the demon-binding nets, good to have hope again. ]