( Eyes alight with mischief and good humour, affection no affectation without an audience, a private moment in the waters, dirty and dripping and smelling of the elegance of worldly, healthy decay, the living system around them uncaring witness to two soaked men playing in the waters, to some extent. Fish and fowl and frogs and toads alike avoid them, insects undeterred, buzzing and flitting past on their own business.
The loaned robes cling indecent, caressing the curves of muscle, the angles of hip bones less visible now than two years ago, but still not the healthiness of his time in Yunmeng. He's slow to heal, still healing, and aside from the brand and scar within it that shows now where the robes fail to cover his pale chest, seemingly unmarked. Most his scars are small and faded, two lives lived, and here, flirtation given a purpose of endearments and wanting, being social simplicity and submission, he leans. Allows fingers to frame Lan Zhan's face, smiles with lashes lowering, happy because he wants to shake up the pique of their halting misunderstandings of intentions. Because his husband teases now, because he shows his soreness, his sourness, his heartbreak, his joy. Wei Wuxian asks for what's held as silent rule within society, because its silent expectations destroyed him, root by root.
Share with me the things you face. Let me share with you. Let burdens be questions with support if not solutions we both find.
Ask, request, state importance. )
We should kiss to see, ( he says, coming closer in increments waiting either the response of waters or Lan Zhan's sharp, sweet, petal pinked mouth ) but if you wish me a frog true, then only for you.
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( Eyes alight with mischief and good humour, affection no affectation without an audience, a private moment in the waters, dirty and dripping and smelling of the elegance of worldly, healthy decay, the living system around them uncaring witness to two soaked men playing in the waters, to some extent. Fish and fowl and frogs and toads alike avoid them, insects undeterred, buzzing and flitting past on their own business.
The loaned robes cling indecent, caressing the curves of muscle, the angles of hip bones less visible now than two years ago, but still not the healthiness of his time in Yunmeng. He's slow to heal, still healing, and aside from the brand and scar within it that shows now where the robes fail to cover his pale chest, seemingly unmarked. Most his scars are small and faded, two lives lived, and here, flirtation given a purpose of endearments and wanting, being social simplicity and submission, he leans. Allows fingers to frame Lan Zhan's face, smiles with lashes lowering, happy because he wants to shake up the pique of their halting misunderstandings of intentions. Because his husband teases now, because he shows his soreness, his sourness, his heartbreak, his joy. Wei Wuxian asks for what's held as silent rule within society, because its silent expectations destroyed him, root by root.
Share with me the things you face. Let me share with you. Let burdens be questions with support if not solutions we both find.
Ask, request, state importance. )
We should kiss to see, ( he says, coming closer in increments waiting either the response of waters or Lan Zhan's sharp, sweet, petal pinked mouth ) but if you wish me a frog true, then only for you.
( Romance.
He's stunning at it. )