[ Now that the bars have been lifted and the doors opened, Lan Zhan doesn't see the possibility of retreat in his future. He cannot give up the territory he has won from Wei Ying, because love may be a war, but he had lost it long ago to Wei Ying. Now is a new battle, one whose goal is to win back some agency so that he may pay genuine homage to the sovereign of his heart. There is no hope to regain his heart for which he pays ransom, but maybe he can convince Wei Ying to let him give it fully, explicitly, rather than in stolen glances and kisses. ]
Wei Ying.
[ Lan Zhan follows him, unwilling to let him out of his sight even if he can feel the weight of his presence against his body. He must look like a fool shifting around in the grass, staining his robes green where they press beneath his knees. Words escape him, because how can he convey feelings he doesn't quite grasp? The ache in his chest when Wei Ying is away, the warmth he feels at night seeing him in the Jingshi, the soaring joy of playing their duet for him or, even more blissful, together? Only one word comes to mind, and it escapes him without permission, his voice as raw with emotion as it is with the need for another kiss, another touch, anything Wei Ying will bless him with. ]
Please.
[ It sounds pathetic, weak, but here is the one person who has earned Lan Zhan's trust to see him in such a vulnerable state. For what he's pleading, he cannot say. All he knows is that he needs more of Wei Ying, today and every day after. Perhaps it's this deep hunger that pushes him to say more, or perhaps he is still drunk on Wei Ying's first stumbling kiss. ]
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Wei Ying.
[ Lan Zhan follows him, unwilling to let him out of his sight even if he can feel the weight of his presence against his body. He must look like a fool shifting around in the grass, staining his robes green where they press beneath his knees. Words escape him, because how can he convey feelings he doesn't quite grasp? The ache in his chest when Wei Ying is away, the warmth he feels at night seeing him in the Jingshi, the soaring joy of playing their duet for him or, even more blissful, together? Only one word comes to mind, and it escapes him without permission, his voice as raw with emotion as it is with the need for another kiss, another touch, anything Wei Ying will bless him with. ]
Please.
[ It sounds pathetic, weak, but here is the one person who has earned Lan Zhan's trust to see him in such a vulnerable state. For what he's pleading, he cannot say. All he knows is that he needs more of Wei Ying, today and every day after. Perhaps it's this deep hunger that pushes him to say more, or perhaps he is still drunk on Wei Ying's first stumbling kiss. ]
Tell me that I may love you.