( ...ah, his beautiful youngest children, the darlings of his withered heart. Even defiled in plain daylight, his flesh increasingly exposed, his ankles obscenely visible —
He cannot summon the will and energy to stir. It is too late for him. The hour long gone, his moment done.
As Wei Ying toils to unpeel the last of his socks, Lan Wangji blindly pats his arm, his shoulder, whatever parts of his husband come within reach without requiring the exertion of a stretch. Then, somberly: )
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( ...ah, his beautiful youngest children, the darlings of his withered heart. Even defiled in plain daylight, his flesh increasingly exposed, his ankles obscenely visible —
He cannot summon the will and energy to stir. It is too late for him. The hour long gone, his moment done.
As Wei Ying toils to unpeel the last of his socks, Lan Wangji blindly pats his arm, his shoulder, whatever parts of his husband come within reach without requiring the exertion of a stretch. Then, somberly: )
They may have the waters of my body.
( This man is not being dramatic. )