[ The bright chirp of his laugh cuts through the night air. He feels warm, lit from the inside out, and breathless with an unnamed joy that he's not even sure he's brave enough to face. It's the same stupid, impulsive feeling that had demanded Lan Wangji's company out here, the sudden need to have these parts of Lan Wangji as if proof it actually happened.
To think he might have missed the way Lan Wangji looks at him now.
A thousand words he has to say, a dozen more beyond it; he swallows them down because none of them fit, none are right, and he'd rather leave the ring of Lan Wangji's voice in the air. He doesn't know what this is and he's okay with it because it's comfortable and familiar and he would spend the rest of his life in this space if he could. If he was allowed. ]
Lan Zhan, [ is a reply soft enough it's barely more than a whisper, a two-part note on a updraft. Pleased. Indulgent, almost, toes dipping into a space that he's only guessing is there. Maybe. Maybe.
A steadying breath and he turns to follow, half tempted to grab and hold whatever part of Lan Wangji he can find (not a new compulsion, no, but he wants it in a different way suddenly). Only-- ]
Ahhh, you can't even look after yourself for a moment? [ Further up the road his steed is struggling against a bush; upon drawing closer it becomes clear his harness is caught on one of the branches. Wei Wuxian sighs, admonishing as he follows the donkey into the brush, his skin decidedly too tight to contain him, heart thundering loud enough he's not sure how Lan Wangji hasn't commented on it yet. That loud. ] The sweetest grass is always hardest to get. You should know better!
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To think he might have missed the way Lan Wangji looks at him now.
A thousand words he has to say, a dozen more beyond it; he swallows them down because none of them fit, none are right, and he'd rather leave the ring of Lan Wangji's voice in the air. He doesn't know what this is and he's okay with it because it's comfortable and familiar and he would spend the rest of his life in this space if he could. If he was allowed. ]
Lan Zhan, [ is a reply soft enough it's barely more than a whisper, a two-part note on a updraft. Pleased. Indulgent, almost, toes dipping into a space that he's only guessing is there. Maybe. Maybe.
A steadying breath and he turns to follow, half tempted to grab and hold whatever part of Lan Wangji he can find (not a new compulsion, no, but he wants it in a different way suddenly). Only-- ]
Ahhh, you can't even look after yourself for a moment? [ Further up the road his steed is struggling against a bush; upon drawing closer it becomes clear his harness is caught on one of the branches. Wei Wuxian sighs, admonishing as he follows the donkey into the brush, his skin decidedly too tight to contain him, heart thundering loud enough he's not sure how Lan Wangji hasn't commented on it yet. That loud. ] The sweetest grass is always hardest to get. You should know better!