[ Another chirp, this one flavoured triumphant. He feels lighter here than he has in days in weeks, in months, buoyant and bright. It always feels a bit like a tightly wound tether let loose: he's fine with most people, friendly, leans to shallow flirting in lieu of genuine connections, but ultimately he's fine. Lan Wangji must hold some secret key to a lock he hasn't found yet because he feels more like himself with him here than he does even when it's just him and his mount.
Strange, that.
He slings an arm over Lan Wangji's shoulders with only a half-blink's thought against it, gestures wide and open-palmed towards the sky as if any answers of worth are hung on display. Lan Wangji is a flame against him, licking up all the tender wounds he hasn't examined, well hidden by dirt. He should step away. He shouldn't have touched him in the first place. So many rules, maybe for good reason.
He leans closer instead, to make sure Lan Wangji is following his hand as he unveils the exact same moonlit Lanling landscape they'd been staring at a second before. It's pure distraction, entirely unrelated to the conversation. Maybe he won't notice the tremor in his fingers. ]
Imagine what they would say. The Yiling Laozu prefers Gusu's amenities? Whose reputation would it tarnish most? Picture Caiyi's market after that news spreads. It's really for the best that you keep it between us.
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[ Another chirp, this one flavoured triumphant. He feels lighter here than he has in days
in weeks, in months, buoyant and bright. It always feels a bit like a tightly wound tether let loose: he's fine with most people, friendly, leans to shallow flirting in lieu of genuine connections, but ultimately he's fine. Lan Wangji must hold some secret key to a lock he hasn't found yet because he feels more like himself with him here than he does even when it's just him and his mount.Strange, that.
He slings an arm over Lan Wangji's shoulders with only a half-blink's thought against it, gestures wide and open-palmed towards the sky as if any answers of worth are hung on display. Lan Wangji is a flame against him, licking up all the tender wounds he hasn't examined, well hidden by dirt. He should step away. He shouldn't have touched him in the first place. So many rules, maybe for good reason.
He leans closer instead, to make sure Lan Wangji is following his hand as he unveils the exact same moonlit Lanling landscape they'd been staring at a second before. It's pure distraction, entirely unrelated to the conversation. Maybe he won't notice the tremor in his fingers. ]
Imagine what they would say. The Yiling Laozu prefers Gusu's amenities? Whose reputation would it tarnish most? Picture Caiyi's market after that news spreads. It's really for the best that you keep it between us.