taciturnly: (punch buggy in your heart)
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 2021-04-01 09:16 pm (UTC)

( lan wangjiโ€™s space is wei wuxianโ€™s space. gone is the boy who once detested touch, starved for it now, though only for one in particular. he does wonder, sometimes, if he ever truly despised him. if he truly wished him gone from his vicinity, from his life. the answer always stings, because he knows he never did. no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, terrified, overwhelmed. he doesnโ€™t know how not to love wei wuxian, and the empty wish of a frightened child ultimately did take him away.

so he never cowers now, when wei wuxian inches closer. itโ€™s not the only reason why--he has plenty of those, like this new easy thing between them. but itโ€™s fragile. the ground beneath his feet is nowhere near solid yet, and wei wuxianโ€™s grin is a threat he barely manages to survive. only the mention of gusu sobers him up. somewhat. itโ€™s never been good enough for wei wuxian, not even sometimes. but he takes the joke for what it is as his sleeve brushes against wei wuxianโ€™s arm, the hint of warmth and solidness there tightening the knot in his stomach. )


No need. ( for proof. or even to try and deny, because... ) No one would believe me. ( heโ€™s not entirely sure he believes him, either, knowing how wei wuxian fared in cloud recesses, but he doesnโ€™t let the pressure in his chest swell too dense, focusing instead on his presence by his side, walking in the same direction. )

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