( something has happened. he doesn’t know what or how, but it shifts in wei wuxian’s gaze and it wavers in his voice, and lan wangji finds himself with an armful of unexpected warmth. he stills. stiffens even, unused to such proximity, but then he remembers, or his body does, anyway, enough to melt and hold back, however awkward in his tentative embrace. hasn’t he left him…? he was here before, and now again, a gap that eludes him, but wei wuxian sounds relieved, pain on his cheeks, wetting lan wangji’s.
it feels selfish, to allow himself to bask in this when he doesn’t know the details, and yet he briefly closes his eyes, a shaky sigh stuttering past his lips. it still doesn’t make much sense, but a line was crossed here, a step forward rather than backward, less stillness, and if the puzzle is nowhere near complete, some pieces are slowly starting to align. )
Wei Ying. ( lower this time, gently urging him to compose himself, for both of their sakes. he doesn’t quite push him away, but he does slightly withdraw, strength depleted as he wonders whether wei wuxian could feel his heartbeat against his. the thought blazes through his skin--if his older self didn’t shy away from intimacy, he has a lot to learn still.
maybe this odd epiphany will keep wei wuxian from deflecting any further. it’s worth a shot, and he remembers how he’s asked before, different situations, but the outcomes are similar. he exhales slowly, prudently searching his gaze. ) Will you allow me to help, then? ( and let him be his witch, maybe. )
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( something has happened. he doesn’t know what or how, but it shifts in wei wuxian’s gaze and it wavers in his voice, and lan wangji finds himself with an armful of unexpected warmth. he stills. stiffens even, unused to such proximity, but then he remembers, or his body does, anyway, enough to melt and hold back, however awkward in his tentative embrace. hasn’t he left him…? he was here before, and now again, a gap that eludes him, but wei wuxian sounds relieved, pain on his cheeks, wetting lan wangji’s.
it feels selfish, to allow himself to bask in this when he doesn’t know the details, and yet he briefly closes his eyes, a shaky sigh stuttering past his lips. it still doesn’t make much sense, but a line was crossed here, a step forward rather than backward, less stillness, and if the puzzle is nowhere near complete, some pieces are slowly starting to align. )
Wei Ying. ( lower this time, gently urging him to compose himself, for both of their sakes. he doesn’t quite push him away, but he does slightly withdraw, strength depleted as he wonders whether wei wuxian could feel his heartbeat against his. the thought blazes through his skin--if his older self didn’t shy away from intimacy, he has a lot to learn still.
maybe this odd epiphany will keep wei wuxian from deflecting any further. it’s worth a shot, and he remembers how he’s asked before, different situations, but the outcomes are similar. he exhales slowly, prudently searching his gaze. ) Will you allow me to help, then? ( and let him be his witch, maybe. )