( maybe he misunderstands himself. one of the twin jades, they call him, but when youβre carved from stone, no matter how precious, itβs a little harder to bloom. he and lan xichen were cut from the same cloth, despite their many differences. a life deprived of nuance, unprepared for the finery of subterfuge. unprepared for love, its cruelty and its galvanic warmth. lan xichen turned to ashes. lan wangji was set ablaze.
itβs the same scorching sensation around his wrist, and itβs where his gaze immediately drops, a stutter in his breath. lips part. you are that light. for what? for whom. lan wangjiβs never wanted to shine, taken instead by a brilliance he canβt bring himself to look at now. if only heβd been able to be his guiding light before. that he would gladly be, as wei wuxian has always been for him, but this new territory spreads unknown and blurry.
his eyes close, briefly, yet longer than they should have. )Only a fool would think himself greater than he is. ( and he knows what he is. imperfect as they all are, learning still, and the best he can do is to honor his convictions above all else. his head rises up, at long last. as does his chest, full, a sigh stuck there. ) Wei Ying. ( his mouth, pursed unsure, hesitates on the next syllables. ) We are expected. ( elsewhere, away, shielded from a conversation he doesnβt know how to have.
no subject
itβs the same scorching sensation around his wrist, and itβs where his gaze immediately drops, a stutter in his breath. lips part. you are that light. for what? for whom. lan wangjiβs never wanted to shine, taken instead by a brilliance he canβt bring himself to look at now. if only heβd been able to be his guiding light before. that he would gladly be, as wei wuxian has always been for him, but this new territory spreads unknown and blurry.
his eyes close, briefly, yet longer than they should have. )Only a fool would think himself greater than he is. ( and he knows what he is. imperfect as they all are, learning still, and the best he can do is to honor his convictions above all else. his head rises up, at long last. as does his chest, full, a sigh stuck there. ) Wei Ying. ( his mouth, pursed unsure, hesitates on the next syllables. ) We are expected. ( elsewhere, away, shielded from a conversation he doesnβt know how to have.
and his wrist remains caught. )