( ah, if only it were that easy. his sleeves would be filled to the brim, jars of emperorโs smile clinking in silent invitation; pick me. heโd give the world to be stuck with wei wuxian, and then heโd craft a whole new one, just for him, served on a jade platter. in a way, itโs what heโs been trying to do, but this world isnโt an easy one to mold, and lan wangji wonders if itโll ever be vast enough to contain wei wuxian. he is greater than life, after all. quite literally.
itโs a distant thought that lingers in the back of his mind as they walk past weather-worn pillars made of stone, surrounded by dead clumps of grass. theyโre closer, hints of a small village in the near distance, though wei wuxianโs tease easily eclipses everything else. head inclined, he quietly huffs, solemn as ever as his eyes shine with reserved, playful mirth. )
I am loath to promise anything I might be unable to uphold. ( and for a moment too short, lan wangji is happy. here, seemingly unrestrained, with his very own world by his side, like no gap has ever existed. a tease for a tease, a simplicity so pure he could cry. but it isnโt that simple, and as little apple brays, he remembers. heโs always going to have treats for you, and lan wangji tilts his head to silently observe wei wuxian, a throbbing twinge between his ribs. )
He seems to prefer the grass in Gusu. ( soft, maybe a tad hopeful, but mostly misplaced, and a faint crease appears between his brows as he offers little apple one last petal. )
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itโs a distant thought that lingers in the back of his mind as they walk past weather-worn pillars made of stone, surrounded by dead clumps of grass. theyโre closer, hints of a small village in the near distance, though wei wuxianโs tease easily eclipses everything else. head inclined, he quietly huffs, solemn as ever as his eyes shine with reserved, playful mirth. )
I am loath to promise anything I might be unable to uphold. ( and for a moment too short, lan wangji is happy. here, seemingly unrestrained, with his very own world by his side, like no gap has ever existed. a tease for a tease, a simplicity so pure he could cry. but it isnโt that simple, and as little apple brays, he remembers. heโs always going to have treats for you, and lan wangji tilts his head to silently observe wei wuxian, a throbbing twinge between his ribs. )
He seems to prefer the grass in Gusu. ( soft, maybe a tad hopeful, but mostly misplaced, and a faint crease appears between his brows as he offers little apple one last petal. )