( itβs stupid. wei wuxian says lan zhan and already his tongue moves to call back. wei ying. more than just a song--a duet--but the notes stutter silent in his throat, and lan wangji is left to swallow past the dryness there. he nods. tries to look away, but gazes catch and hold and it hurts, the distance between them, farther away now that they stand so close. he wears his whites, still. for this, maybe, all the splendors in his vicinity that remain out of reach.
thereβs just so much to unpack here. so much to keep locked. itβs familiar territory now, but one lan wangji still struggles to navigate. so he latches onto his answer. a haunted lake, and lan wangjiβs eyes marginally soften, treacherous, as long gone memories briefly resurface, laced around the recent conversation theyβve had. itβs dropped to a whisper now, two conversations at once it seems, and his second attempt at willing his focus away miserably fails. )
Casualties? ( he asks, too soft. are there any? other than his poor untamed heart, anyway. )
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thereβs just so much to unpack here. so much to keep locked. itβs familiar territory now, but one lan wangji still struggles to navigate. so he latches onto his answer. a haunted lake, and lan wangjiβs eyes marginally soften, treacherous, as long gone memories briefly resurface, laced around the recent conversation theyβve had. itβs dropped to a whisper now, two conversations at once it seems, and his second attempt at willing his focus away miserably fails. )
Casualties? ( he asks, too soft. are there any? other than his poor untamed heart, anyway. )