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in my goth necromancer era (wei wuxian | 魏无羡) ([personal profile] dieva) wrote2025-12-30 10:24 am
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[personal profile] shangba 2026-02-13 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( It isn't worry, he needn't say, as he lingers far too close to Yuan, hovering. It's care. It's affection. It's the knowledge, however selfish, that this is a life that will not reject him, a boy who will not deny him.

By the time of Wei Ying's return, Lan Wangji himself is molten, eyes lidded, his mien sweetly lethargic. He drifts to his own bed, neither dexterous nor rapid, slinking and slow to extend his company — lifting his cover and offering out the opportunity for Wei Ying to slip under.

Surely, they've brokered enough peace for it. )


Hush, jealous thing. Will watch your sleep, also. 
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[personal profile] shangba 2026-02-13 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sleepy, yes. And able, if unwilling to fight the pull of his lethargy, now the righteous hour has come. Even Yuan, he notes with smug satisfaction, has conceded to it.

And so he nods, happy enough when Wei Ying draws close and he can be pulled in the sweet nest of Lan Wangji's arms, until they're packed together as tightly as parchment rolls. )


It is. ( He murmurs, because it is a wicked thing to lie, and doubly so to one's husband. Because Wei Ying is soft and warm and a fine cushion that he clings to, despondently, as his. eyes finally draw closed. )