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writing exercise - night of the dragon
This is about 800 words of Weilan. It's OOC but I think I can tweak it and make it make more sense, it just might take time. But here you go if you're interested. It's written for a ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Night of the Dragon
Shen Wei can't drink alcohol without passing out. He's ten thousand years old with no tolerance at all. (Zhao Yunlan should not find it as endearing as he does.)
But there is something Shen Wei can partake in, and that's Dixing's very own answer to marijuana. It's simply called yanwu* most of the time, but Shen Wei tells him its official name is Dragon Smoke. He soon finds out why.
Watching Shen Wei smoke from an intricate blown-glass pipe is an experience. Shen Wei sucks the smoke in through his mouth, then lets it waft up from his mouth to his nostrils as he inhales. It's a fascinating sight, and Zhao Yunlan gets sudden images of Shen Wei as a dragon.
Especially when Shen Wei exhales puffs of smoke that morph into various shapes. He starts with thick rings, one inside the other, but then quickly moves on to more elaborate showings.
There is a rabbit that hops into nothingness, and a bird of prey that soars up toward the ceiling on outstretched wings. A snake that coils and hisses and tastes the air with its tongue. A crane. A cat that stretches and trots over to Zhao Yunlan's hand when he holds it outstretched.
"Dixing powers can be so much more than violent," Shen Wei says, almost to himself. He looks up at Zhao Yunlan, his eyes dark but earnest. "Do you like it?"
The cat is fading in his palm but all Zhao Yunlan can do is nod. He's in awe. Not just of the power, but of how Shen Wei looks with the smoke curling around him almost protectively.
"You remind me of a dragon," Zhao Yunlan says. It sounds almost foolish coming out of his mouth and he wishes he could take it back, but Shen Wei just smiles fondly.
"Do you want to try it?" Shen Wei offers. "We could both be dragons."
Zhao Yunlan licks his bottom lip. "What does it feel like?"
Shen Wei inhales again and looks thoughtful. "For me, it's relaxing. It makes inhibitions seem… farther away."
"You don't think I'm uninhibited enough already?" Zhao Yunlan asks with a huff of laughter.
Shen Wei smiles and inhales again, but then he leans in, holding the smoke. Zhao Yunlan catches on quickly and meets him in the middle.
When their lips touch, it's hard to remember what they're doing, but then Shen Wei is sharing the smoke, passing it to him, and Zhao Yunlan inhales. Takes the breath right out of Shen Wei's mouth.
Shen Wei always surprises him. Just when he thinks he has him figured out…
The smoke is sweet, and Zhao Yunlan holds it for a moment before he exhales. Somewhere along the line, he closed his eyes, and when he opens them again, Shen Wei is watching him.
"Thank you," Zhao Yunlan whispers.
Shen Wei smiles and leans in again, more intent this time. They kiss and it's not their first kiss, but it's still new. This thing between them is delicate, but not fragile. When they kiss, Zhao Yunlan feels as if he's falling head first into a bright future.
It goes on and on, lazy and thrilling in turns. If it starts to turn heated, it's soon gentled. By unspoken understanding, they are taking things slow.
"If you were a dragon, what would you hoard?" Zhao Yunlan asks some time later. He's got his head on Shen Wei's shoulder and the pipe has been put away. The buzz beneath his skin is pleasant and warm, and the arm around him is even better. "Books? Knowledge?"
"You," Shen Wei answers almost immediately.
Zhao Yunlan's imagination supplies him with a vision of Shen Wei as a dragon, keeping him in a castle somewhere far away, in a spire that reaches the clouds. Shen Wei would curl around him protectively and roar at anyone who dared to look their way.
"Wouldn't you get bored with me? Having just one thing in your collection…?"
"Never," Shen Wei says. He turns his head and looks Zhao Yunlan in the eye. There's some dark, deep hurt there that Zhao Yunlan has glimpsed in the past. He wants to wipe it away, but he can't when he doesn't know its source.
"If I was a dragon…" Zhao Yunlan starts to say, but then he stops. He doesn't think that fits. He laughs. "No, I think I'd just rather be your hoard."
"You don't mind?" Shen Wei asks.
Zhao Yunlan turns so that they're face to face. "Do I mind being yours? Not at all."
Not something he would say under usual circumstances. Apparently Dragon Smoke works as a bit of truth-telling drug on humans.
Shen Wei surges up to kiss him then, and this time when it gets hot, neither of them slow down.
END
*yanwu supposedly means smoke but that's just according to Google translate and this will probably not last in the fic once I rework it
getyourwordsout title challenge.Night of the Dragon
Shen Wei can't drink alcohol without passing out. He's ten thousand years old with no tolerance at all. (Zhao Yunlan should not find it as endearing as he does.)
But there is something Shen Wei can partake in, and that's Dixing's very own answer to marijuana. It's simply called yanwu* most of the time, but Shen Wei tells him its official name is Dragon Smoke. He soon finds out why.
Watching Shen Wei smoke from an intricate blown-glass pipe is an experience. Shen Wei sucks the smoke in through his mouth, then lets it waft up from his mouth to his nostrils as he inhales. It's a fascinating sight, and Zhao Yunlan gets sudden images of Shen Wei as a dragon.
Especially when Shen Wei exhales puffs of smoke that morph into various shapes. He starts with thick rings, one inside the other, but then quickly moves on to more elaborate showings.
There is a rabbit that hops into nothingness, and a bird of prey that soars up toward the ceiling on outstretched wings. A snake that coils and hisses and tastes the air with its tongue. A crane. A cat that stretches and trots over to Zhao Yunlan's hand when he holds it outstretched.
"Dixing powers can be so much more than violent," Shen Wei says, almost to himself. He looks up at Zhao Yunlan, his eyes dark but earnest. "Do you like it?"
The cat is fading in his palm but all Zhao Yunlan can do is nod. He's in awe. Not just of the power, but of how Shen Wei looks with the smoke curling around him almost protectively.
"You remind me of a dragon," Zhao Yunlan says. It sounds almost foolish coming out of his mouth and he wishes he could take it back, but Shen Wei just smiles fondly.
"Do you want to try it?" Shen Wei offers. "We could both be dragons."
Zhao Yunlan licks his bottom lip. "What does it feel like?"
Shen Wei inhales again and looks thoughtful. "For me, it's relaxing. It makes inhibitions seem… farther away."
"You don't think I'm uninhibited enough already?" Zhao Yunlan asks with a huff of laughter.
Shen Wei smiles and inhales again, but then he leans in, holding the smoke. Zhao Yunlan catches on quickly and meets him in the middle.
When their lips touch, it's hard to remember what they're doing, but then Shen Wei is sharing the smoke, passing it to him, and Zhao Yunlan inhales. Takes the breath right out of Shen Wei's mouth.
Shen Wei always surprises him. Just when he thinks he has him figured out…
The smoke is sweet, and Zhao Yunlan holds it for a moment before he exhales. Somewhere along the line, he closed his eyes, and when he opens them again, Shen Wei is watching him.
"Thank you," Zhao Yunlan whispers.
Shen Wei smiles and leans in again, more intent this time. They kiss and it's not their first kiss, but it's still new. This thing between them is delicate, but not fragile. When they kiss, Zhao Yunlan feels as if he's falling head first into a bright future.
It goes on and on, lazy and thrilling in turns. If it starts to turn heated, it's soon gentled. By unspoken understanding, they are taking things slow.
"If you were a dragon, what would you hoard?" Zhao Yunlan asks some time later. He's got his head on Shen Wei's shoulder and the pipe has been put away. The buzz beneath his skin is pleasant and warm, and the arm around him is even better. "Books? Knowledge?"
"You," Shen Wei answers almost immediately.
Zhao Yunlan's imagination supplies him with a vision of Shen Wei as a dragon, keeping him in a castle somewhere far away, in a spire that reaches the clouds. Shen Wei would curl around him protectively and roar at anyone who dared to look their way.
"Wouldn't you get bored with me? Having just one thing in your collection…?"
"Never," Shen Wei says. He turns his head and looks Zhao Yunlan in the eye. There's some dark, deep hurt there that Zhao Yunlan has glimpsed in the past. He wants to wipe it away, but he can't when he doesn't know its source.
"If I was a dragon…" Zhao Yunlan starts to say, but then he stops. He doesn't think that fits. He laughs. "No, I think I'd just rather be your hoard."
"You don't mind?" Shen Wei asks.
Zhao Yunlan turns so that they're face to face. "Do I mind being yours? Not at all."
Not something he would say under usual circumstances. Apparently Dragon Smoke works as a bit of truth-telling drug on humans.
Shen Wei surges up to kiss him then, and this time when it gets hot, neither of them slow down.
END
*yanwu supposedly means smoke but that's just according to Google translate and this will probably not last in the fic once I rework it
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ETA: And it's not OOC at all! Seriously, it's perfect. ♥
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Maybe it doesn't need as much work as I thought.