Drawn to You (Wangji)

Wuxian nodded thoughtfully. Still, something was nagging at him and now that he knew Wangji had his memories too, he sat up and looked at Wangji, "Have you found A-Yuan?" He asked. He wanted to know if his kid was okay. Their kid. "Since you've got Jingyi around, surely they've... I don't know... found each other? Are best friends? Something?" He asked desperately. He laid back down, trying to even his breathing as he blinked rapidly. He didn't realize he still felt so invested in the kid. But maybe, it was because after he had lost his sister, and Jiang Cheng hated him, the only family he had in his past life was the Wen Clan, and then later, Wangji and Sizhui, along with the other Lan juniors, and that sappy Ouyang kid when he was around, and Jin Ling sometimes. The most stable people in his life after losing his sister had been Wangji and Sizhui. He'd found one, now he wanted to find the other.

He realized belatedly Wangji had offered to play the song together, and it seemed like a big request, though he didn't get why. They used to play it together often. He figured he'd find out eventually, and said, much quieter than his previous words, "I'd like that."

Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief with news about A-Yuan, but frowned as Wangji mentioned he was going through a hard time. Then furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait can you... can you elaborate on the uh... trauma... thing?" In almost the same breath, he added, "I'd love to see him if he wants to see me."

He sat up, "Yeah!"

Wuxian considered those words, but nodded and brought his dizi to his lips. He began playing, though playing the song was second nature to him and so he was thinking, too. That explained some things. Luckily they had always happened when he was alone, but there was definitely confusion, and a loss of memories, and it possibly even helped to explain his terrible memory (at least in this life). His therapist had told him it was the depression, but there were solid chunks of this life he didn't remember. And in both lives, he had faced significant and multiple traumas, though so far his past life was winning out on the traumatic events counter. Age-wise, still have a ways to go before getting to the end of that story. He reminded himself bitterly. Though, he wasn't planning to invent a new type of what-would-now-be magic that would eventually backfire hard enough to rip him apart.

He opened his eyes, focusing on the music rather than his thoughts. Cultivation skills or not, the song always calmed him down and comforted him, in the same vein as his sister's cooking. He didn't realize, though, just how empty it had felt only playing it with his flute. As the song came to an end, he looked to Wangji and smiled, "It sounds a lot better when you play it." He said, giving him a smile.

Wuxian pointed his flute at Wangji's fingers, looking curiously, "I thought cultivation didn't exist anymore?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. "Anyway, when did it start being meant to be played together? In the past, you wrote it as a solo song, didn't you?" He bounded over to Wangji, crouching by him and tugging playfully at Wangji's bracelet, "Also, also, is this like the Lan forehead ribbon? I've been dying to know." Under his breath, he muttered, "why's it on so well."

Wuxian mulled over the comment, thinking to himself, Wow, you were really that oblivious back then... He shook his head, quietly tsking at his past self. "Honestly, based off the memories I currently have, I never realized it was a duet. I guess past me just thought it was... I don't know, convenient? That it matched our instruments well." He tilted his head to one side and let out a sigh, "I'm coming to realize there's oblivious, and then there was my past self." He let out a bitter laugh, muttering "he was something else" before returning his attention to Wangji.

"But isn't it harder to avoid having people touch your wrist? I feel like hand touches happen accidentally a lot of the time. Wouldn't that lead to them being used more as necklaces? And hair ties... Are there some people in the Lan family that just... don't take down their hair? All day? Sounds fake but okay." He was trying to connect what he knew about the forehead ribbons from their past life with what Wangji was telling him. So touching it was still something personal. He noted Wangji's reaction was not anger, but rather soft, and he seemed embarrassed about it. It was really a cute reaction if he were honest with himself.

"Sounds like Wen Qing's medical notes could have been useful, presuming it would last that long. She had some interesting books though." He stated matter-of-factly, though in reality he remembered getting to read the texts she had in his past life, but didn't fully remember what they contained outside of the golden core transfer text. Though in his (past life's) defense, he had read a lot at that time.

"Hm... That's seems about right. Totally fair." Wuxian said with a nod.

"Ah... I see. It's definitely seemed to have become more lax, then." He mused, eying the bracelet with a mischievous look. He thought about trying to pull it off again, but he felt the knot, and then Wangji, would stop him. But something about the ribbon made him want to hold it in his hands, perhaps residual feelings of mischievousness from his past life.

He realized he'd managed to get sidetracked and blinked out of his daze in time to hear the end of Wangji's talk about medical textbooks. "Oh. That's also fair."