taciturnly: (i'll boa hancock for you)
๐š•๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š“๐š’ / ๐š•๐šŠ๐š— ๐šฃ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—. ([personal profile] taciturnly) wrote in [personal profile] flauntist 2021-02-25 06:39 pm (UTC)

( or maybe itโ€™s three conversations at once. the present one, another between the lines, and the last, neglected, ignored, lost somewhere in the curve of wei wuxianโ€™s mouth, in the slow blinks of lan wangji. itโ€™s the one that mercilessly pounds against his ribcage, and itโ€™s so odd, finally being here after so long. maybe itโ€™s the ease with which they orbit around each other, strangely casual, and no matter how familiar, how comfortable, thereโ€™s a hint of disappointment that rolls sour in his stomach. a sliver of dread.

he smiles nonetheless. faint, fond, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he wills his legs to move, joining him. heโ€™s missed this. the humor in his voice, aloof, a trifle impish, and the ways his face lights up when he speaks, when he jokes, effortlessly drawing him in. his jaw tightens, his cue to focus on the matter at hand. one of, anyway, and his gaze meets the horizon, steady steps by wei wuxianโ€™s side. )


Mn. ( the picture he paints isnโ€™t exactly foreign, and perhaps less dire than he might have suspected. ) A similar hunt led me to a hรบlijฤซng, once. ( years ago, mischievous at best, but relatively harmless. ultimately, it left peacefully, though not all of them harbor benevolent intentions, and older ones can be exceptionally dangerous. his head tilts slightly, a furtive sidelong glance. ) Your experiments. Have you made progress? ( wards and such. )

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