( Not a beat lost, no sun's heat, no crescendo. Only the gentle, tremulous perk of his brows and Wei Ying, ambivalent before him, a show of strength pillared by uncertainty. Lan Wangji thinks, not for the first time, he loves this man.
Thinks — distant collision of plagued cabbages rolling into each other, while their owner stumbles to give them catch — he fails so proficiently at expressing the twists and turns and high-oxygen burn of his affection.
Waiting in the yawn of the seeping, settling silence is clarity: that his uncle would name his youngest nephew's indulgence profanity. Then, childish conviction — he has kissed his soulmate under the watchful eyes of dozens of strangers, already. What difference, when he drags Wei Ying's bound hand close, passes his mouth reverently over the insignia his house, his clan, his people have dedicated to brothers of the blood and lovers true? )
No claim, past the first. ( They married, under duress, unilaterally. They married, and the vow held. ) When my heart overfills, I burden Wei Ying to carry it.
( And so, hours, if not — but they work, tirelessly, to inure the habit — days of loaned wear, until Wei Ying's wrist ripens red and proud around the sliver of silk that corsets it. )
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What name does the song bear?
( Not a beat lost, no sun's heat, no crescendo. Only the gentle, tremulous perk of his brows and Wei Ying, ambivalent before him, a show of strength pillared by uncertainty. Lan Wangji thinks, not for the first time, he loves this man.
Thinks — distant collision of plagued cabbages rolling into each other, while their owner stumbles to give them catch — he fails so proficiently at expressing the twists and turns and high-oxygen burn of his affection.
Waiting in the yawn of the seeping, settling silence is clarity: that his uncle would name his youngest nephew's indulgence profanity. Then, childish conviction — he has kissed his soulmate under the watchful eyes of dozens of strangers, already. What difference, when he drags Wei Ying's bound hand close, passes his mouth reverently over the insignia his house, his clan, his people have dedicated to brothers of the blood and lovers true? )
No claim, past the first. ( They married, under duress, unilaterally. They married, and the vow held. ) When my heart overfills, I burden Wei Ying to carry it.
( And so, hours, if not — but they work, tirelessly, to inure the habit — days of loaned wear, until Wei Ying's wrist ripens red and proud around the sliver of silk that corsets it. )
Bear it, half a shi more.