"I do not know," he concedes, gravelly and loose, overspilling. You took your truths to the abyss.
Black weed of his hair wracked by ribbon silk and mourning sadness, Wei Ying is owlish beauty, crude and untamed. His fingers between graze of teeth would feel raw, his skins green, unbroken. Young, for the sixteen years that spared him. Caged and gilded in gold and borrowed fineries, Lan Wangji yearns to bite.
Does not lean. Starts, under licked strips of dying honey-light, to scatter loose the binds and pins of his own hair, Wei Ying's hang dragged and pulled when Wangji tugs at a stubborn snag. Admonished and corrected, but not yet denied. Still welcome in Wei Ying's quarters, lodged before his bed, sleep tickling the edges of his wine-drenched awareness. Until he is repelled, he will ready his body for deep sleep and the kindness of rest earned.
"Master Wei may teach me." One sting, and Wangji's bite done.
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Black weed of his hair wracked by ribbon silk and mourning sadness, Wei Ying is owlish beauty, crude and untamed. His fingers between graze of teeth would feel raw, his skins green, unbroken. Young, for the sixteen years that spared him. Caged and gilded in gold and borrowed fineries, Lan Wangji yearns to bite.
Does not lean. Starts, under licked strips of dying honey-light, to scatter loose the binds and pins of his own hair, Wei Ying's hang dragged and pulled when Wangji tugs at a stubborn snag. Admonished and corrected, but not yet denied. Still welcome in Wei Ying's quarters, lodged before his bed, sleep tickling the edges of his wine-drenched awareness. Until he is repelled, he will ready his body for deep sleep and the kindness of rest earned.
"Master Wei may teach me." One sting, and Wangji's bite done.