taciturnly: (IT'S MORPHIN TIME!)
πš•πšŠπš— πš πšŠπš—πšπš“πš’ / πš•πšŠπš— πš£πš‘πšŠπš—. ([personal profile] taciturnly) wrote in [community profile] middaeg 2020-11-21 10:47 pm (UTC)

( well shit. maybe he should learn how to curse. properly. that’s certainly one way to unwind when your own brain flips you the bird. or when wei wuxian jumps off his perch and lands right in front of you, with a word on his tongue that you can barely recognize.

home doesn’t feel like anything as of late. even the mist and snow, high in the mountains of cloud recesses, strike hollow. he isn’t really anywhere. just here, physically, and emotionally so lost he’s become the proverbial needle in a haystack. but needles aren’t petulant, unlike the retort that burns his throat on its way out. )
Did you?

( pinched and half-accusatory, his expression wavers between guilt and disbelief, and a good chunk of it is aimed at himself. why is he like this. defensive, and jealous, even though he has no right of opinion, his lips still swollen with the taste of another.

his chin dips in shame, and then he sighs, resigned as he sits right there, cross-legged and eyes closed. )
Too crowded. ( a beat. ) You left. ( does he sound disappointed? it's not really that he left per se, but more like lan wangji couldn't find him after a while, and he hates to wonder where he was. )

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