[ Kissed and trapped — but happy and free and willing. He can handle that equivalence, even as the knots of his stomach tighten whenever Lan Zhan looks at him with the heat of molten iron, before it paints itself in the shapes of edge and sword. Wei Wuxian placed himself before the lion's maws. He cannot complain now that he is a morsel chewed too quickly. But he swings their kindled hands again, pointedly and painfully, like children walking down the meadow. ]
...transmuting an entire stream? Ufffffffffffffff, Lan Zhan. It's...one thing to play with a few parameters across the line of the same river bank, but changing the source completely...
[ ...is a feat and a half that he will, of course, start interrogating the moment they've happily occupied an inn table and, through the grace of Wei Wuxian's inability to contain the blessing of his presence to one particular space, any further cushions within a wide radius. He is a graceful man of many skills, which largely concentrate on reducing a population's wine reserves, past, present and future.
And scratching and poking and prodding until fresh ink rewrites the world. He is piqued, just enough to train the arrow of his sharpening gaze on Lan Zhan with clear, resolute interest. Ah, but it's been too long since his focus has been, like the river they've debated for an hour, gently migrated to appropriately friendly pastures. ]
You'd better have brought talisman paper. [ As if a gentleman cultivator whose coin purse hasn't collapsed into itself would neglect base preparation. If not the mighty Hanguang-Jun, then his legions of disciples would have armed him, or lovey-dovey darling Yuan, when Lan Zhan fled his gates. ] I'll speak for that.
[ Fair exchange, he concludes with a nefarious stumble over a rain of pebbles that seems to materialise — it's not that he's not looking, it isn't — at his feet under glory of dark. Lan Zhan has been thieving every last sliver of touch within his reach, has seized Wei Wuxian with the greed of his mouth, for the one kiss Wei Wuxian initiated earlier. He is a starved thing, beneath the whites of his propriety. Wei Wuxian should have known. ]
I don't need to speak for my better half. [ Through virtue, if nothing else, that he is not the Yiling Patriarch. ] He was born true. His eyes don't stray easily. When they will, it will be because it's time. It's right to.
[ Because every account between them has been given, the red of each ledger dissolved, the affection that bound them curtailed itself. Because they are burned down, no longer forest, but trees. ]
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...transmuting an entire stream? Ufffffffffffffff, Lan Zhan. It's...one thing to play with a few parameters across the line of the same river bank, but changing the source completely...
[ ...is a feat and a half that he will, of course, start interrogating the moment they've happily occupied an inn table and, through the grace of Wei Wuxian's inability to contain the blessing of his presence to one particular space, any further cushions within a wide radius. He is a graceful man of many skills, which largely concentrate on reducing a population's wine reserves, past, present and future.
And scratching and poking and prodding until fresh ink rewrites the world. He is piqued, just enough to train the arrow of his sharpening gaze on Lan Zhan with clear, resolute interest. Ah, but it's been too long since his focus has been, like the river they've debated for an hour, gently migrated to appropriately friendly pastures. ]
You'd better have brought talisman paper. [ As if a gentleman cultivator whose coin purse hasn't collapsed into itself would neglect base preparation. If not the mighty Hanguang-Jun, then his legions of disciples would have armed him, or lovey-dovey darling Yuan, when Lan Zhan fled his gates. ] I'll speak for that.
[ Fair exchange, he concludes with a nefarious stumble over a rain of pebbles that seems to materialise — it's not that he's not looking, it isn't — at his feet under glory of dark. Lan Zhan has been thieving every last sliver of touch within his reach, has seized Wei Wuxian with the greed of his mouth, for the one kiss Wei Wuxian initiated earlier. He is a starved thing, beneath the whites of his propriety. Wei Wuxian should have known. ]
I don't need to speak for my better half. [ Through virtue, if nothing else, that he is not the Yiling Patriarch. ] He was born true. His eyes don't stray easily. When they will, it will be because it's time. It's right to.
[ Because every account between them has been given, the red of each ledger dissolved, the affection that bound them curtailed itself. Because they are burned down, no longer forest, but trees. ]