[ don't even fucking think about it. though when he finds out about the whole wedding fiasco he will probably willingly place himself between Wei Wuxian and Hanguang-Jun. not because he doesn't trust them but-- who the fuck is he kidding.
it is thanks to years of knowing Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng knows trouble brewing when he hears it, no matter how innocent the guise. which is the only reason why he didn't flinch when his wrist is grabbed. his fist curls inwards and there is tension in the line of his shoulders but he doesn't immediately yank his hand away. he does try to keep some distance between them though, which allows his own confusion at the comments about potatoes. it forces him to take a closer look at Wei Wuxian, eyes sharp.
surely, there are differences, changes that are similar in some sense to Jiang Cheng's own; the teeth, the sharpness to the fingertips wrapped around his wrist. but there are other changes too, ones that are not as obvious if you don't know to look for them.
it makes Jiang Cheng's chest tightens and he stumbles.]
Home? What-- where the fuck is home Wei Wuxian?
[ there is bitterness there in the bones of the words, the notion of home that has felt off-kilter and incomplete for years even when he didn't want to admit it.]
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it is thanks to years of knowing Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng knows trouble brewing when he hears it, no matter how innocent the guise. which is the only reason why he didn't flinch when his wrist is grabbed. his fist curls inwards and there is tension in the line of his shoulders but he doesn't immediately yank his hand away. he does try to keep some distance between them though, which allows his own confusion at the comments about potatoes. it forces him to take a closer look at Wei Wuxian, eyes sharp.
surely, there are differences, changes that are similar in some sense to Jiang Cheng's own; the teeth, the sharpness to the fingertips wrapped around his wrist. but there are other changes too, ones that are not as obvious if you don't know to look for them.
it makes Jiang Cheng's chest tightens and he stumbles.]
Home? What-- where the fuck is home Wei Wuxian?
[ there is bitterness there in the bones of the words, the notion of home that has felt off-kilter and incomplete for years even when he didn't want to admit it.]