( bunnies and wei wuxian, all packed into one hell of a man. is his husband the cutest thing thatβs ever cuted or is he. lan wangjiβs focus faintly drifts as he kisses and plays with his hair, half-drowsy and comfortable. ribbon removed, he has no shield left, no walls, fully exposed, but wei wuxian has never taken advantage of his vulnerability. itβs the reason why he allows himself to ponder and reminisce, a brief, mournful smile; heβs known the answer all along, and he does miss sizhui, more than anything, but at the end of the day... )
Yes. ( he moves, graceful and swift, gently pinning him down as he towers above him, loose strands falling on each side of their faces. ) With you, forevermore. ( because he doesnβt want to erase the past months since their arrival, and the thought of him leaving is more than he can bear. and heβs endured a lot. still overwhelmed with fresh grief, the corners of his eyes shine faintly as he leans down and touches his lips with his, a faint taste of desperation, a thousand thanks in his sigh. )
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Yes. ( he moves, graceful and swift, gently pinning him down as he towers above him, loose strands falling on each side of their faces. ) With you, forevermore. ( because he doesnβt want to erase the past months since their arrival, and the thought of him leaving is more than he can bear. and heβs endured a lot. still overwhelmed with fresh grief, the corners of his eyes shine faintly as he leans down and touches his lips with his, a faint taste of desperation, a thousand thanks in his sigh. )