( Says he, who thirsts without end for Suibian, loyal length that draws only to Wei Wuxian's hand and the careless pull of Jiang Cheng's, wielded in trust and faith and honour by Wen Ning, that is the past which clings, wraith like, to Lan Zhan's slowly fraying hems.
He can fix that, he knows. Mostly as he's been keeping up with a dead man's cloak, keeping Asgeirr in tattered dignity, until such a time as the scholar wishes to go.
That isn't on his mind, less than a flittering thought, and his voice drops lower, the murmur for Lan Zhan and anyone else with hearing far too acute for their own good: )
Will only remind me of seeing you.
( Flirtation, yes, but the weight of the word, the choice, to see and to have seen the scars that stretch hidden underneath the touch of robes and the chest of his with its beating heart; the branding on Lan Zhan's breast near aching, immaculate twin to his own.
Seeing, seen, wanted, wanting. It's been a long time for Wei Wuxian to come to terms with all these, and to hold them collectively in his palm.
The timing, however, is as unfortunate as most in his life, so he embraces it with the same expectation.
... Which is to say, none past being a pest to his soulmate, also four time going on five husband, and the man fed in luxuries by Wei Wuxian's creative exploits in making coin. For his son, their son, too, but that is not presently on his mind. )
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He can fix that, he knows. Mostly as he's been keeping up with a dead man's cloak, keeping Asgeirr in tattered dignity, until such a time as the scholar wishes to go.
That isn't on his mind, less than a flittering thought, and his voice drops lower, the murmur for Lan Zhan and anyone else with hearing far too acute for their own good: )
Will only remind me of seeing you.
( Flirtation, yes, but the weight of the word, the choice, to see and to have seen the scars that stretch hidden underneath the touch of robes and the chest of his with its beating heart; the branding on Lan Zhan's breast near aching, immaculate twin to his own.
Seeing, seen, wanted, wanting. It's been a long time for Wei Wuxian to come to terms with all these, and to hold them collectively in his palm.
The timing, however, is as unfortunate as most in his life, so he embraces it with the same expectation.
... Which is to say, none past being a pest to his soulmate, also four time going on five husband, and the man fed in luxuries by Wei Wuxian's creative exploits in making coin. For his son, their son, too, but that is not presently on his mind. )