[ The two of them. Together. It's all that Lan Wangji wants, more than anything, and to have Wei Wuxian say the same, that soft smile on his face as they cling to one another, it makes certain words threaten to bubble up and spill from his mouth. Secrets of the heart, the things he yearns for, wants, loves, adores.
Once spoken they could never be taken back, never forgotten, thus he steels himself, declares to never utter it, but in moments such as this when it seems like Wei Ying wants the very same..
His eyes fall closed as their foreheads press together and he holds on tighter— clings even— sorry little rabbit, but you're probably beginning to feel a little squished. ]
Then let us remain together. Here. Gusu. Yunmeng. Wherever it may be.
[ If only he could say those words, the words that they both feel, that he knows to be true but just can't quite let himself believe it or admit it. If only he could just cross that one last barrier between them, but he can't, because what if it all falls apart when he does?
Because he wants the same. He wants it so badly, so desperately, that it's hard to even breathe around it sometimes. He just wants Lan Wangji, however he can have him, no matter how long he can keep him. He wants him in this life and the next and the next and the next...
As their foreheads press together, Wei Wuxian feels his eyes grow a little warm with emotion and he breathes in heavily to keep himself in check. His arms wrap tightly around Lan Wangji and he hugs him, trying to convey his emotion in the hug. Of course, in the process, the rabbit wiggles out from between them and hops out of their lap onto the grass again. It gets a watery chuckle from Wei Wuxian but he only presses closer instead. ]
Thank you, Lan Zhan.
[ There's no room for thank yous or apologies between them but it's covering up what he really wants to say, which is I love you, of course. ]
[ Though perhaps this time it isn't so bad to hear it. Not like those times in the past when such words would fill him with worry as they seemed to insert an even greater distance between them each time they were spoken.
But here they invite closeness, Wei Wuxian's arms tightening around him as Lan Wangji rests his chin atop his head, letting his eyes flutter closed as he breathes in the scent, appreciates the warmth, and it takes a moment before he even remembers this whole conversation had started at mention of a departed friend. ]
When you are ready, I shall purchase dinner. Wine. Dessert.
[ And anything else that will put a smile on his Wei Ying's face. ]
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Once spoken they could never be taken back, never forgotten, thus he steels himself, declares to never utter it, but in moments such as this when it seems like Wei Ying wants the very same..
His eyes fall closed as their foreheads press together and he holds on tighter— clings even— sorry little rabbit, but you're probably beginning to feel a little squished. ]
Then let us remain together. Here. Gusu. Yunmeng. Wherever it may be.
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Because he wants the same. He wants it so badly, so desperately, that it's hard to even breathe around it sometimes. He just wants Lan Wangji, however he can have him, no matter how long he can keep him. He wants him in this life and the next and the next and the next...
As their foreheads press together, Wei Wuxian feels his eyes grow a little warm with emotion and he breathes in heavily to keep himself in check. His arms wrap tightly around Lan Wangji and he hugs him, trying to convey his emotion in the hug. Of course, in the process, the rabbit wiggles out from between them and hops out of their lap onto the grass again. It gets a watery chuckle from Wei Wuxian but he only presses closer instead. ]
Thank you, Lan Zhan.
[ There's no room for thank yous or apologies between them but it's covering up what he really wants to say, which is I love you, of course. ]
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[ Though perhaps this time it isn't so bad to hear it. Not like those times in the past when such words would fill him with worry as they seemed to insert an even greater distance between them each time they were spoken.
But here they invite closeness, Wei Wuxian's arms tightening around him as Lan Wangji rests his chin atop his head, letting his eyes flutter closed as he breathes in the scent, appreciates the warmth, and it takes a moment before he even remembers this whole conversation had started at mention of a departed friend. ]
When you are ready, I shall purchase dinner. Wine. Dessert.
[ And anything else that will put a smile on his Wei Ying's face. ]