( He is, for a moment, transfixed, paralysed, mouth cold and slack and still.
The excuses: Bichen lingered near. His own leaps are measured, his body stood prone. There was no threat, no possibility of injury. If Wei Ying failed, Lan Wangji would provide for himself.
Only, the notion never interceded. There was no need. )
I trusted you would catch me.
( He cannot trust himself to acquit himself of the same duties towards Wei Ying. Precedent has served the lesson. At the mouth of Nightless City, Wei Ying's tomb yawns sweet and long. Then, Wei Ying's tears were a foregone, caricatural conclusion — the man who lost everything must surely be knelt to humility. Every true villain must be reduced.
He catches Wei Ying's hand, turns it, drags it up. Looks upon the mountain row of his knuckles as if Wangji were a snake considering if he can fit their span in his mouth's breadth. Then, calmly, instead of the traditional kiss, or the token greeting of skin to his headband, he pointedly reaches out to pinch the soft, taut skin between Wei Ying's thumb and pointing finger with petty aggression. )
I tire of saddening you. ( And so, this is.... his incentive. For Wei Ying, surely, to smile more. ) I pledge Wei Ying, before the heavens, sixteen years of laughter.
no subject
( He is, for a moment, transfixed, paralysed, mouth cold and slack and still.
The excuses: Bichen lingered near. His own leaps are measured, his body stood prone. There was no threat, no possibility of injury. If Wei Ying failed, Lan Wangji would provide for himself.
Only, the notion never interceded. There was no need. )
I trusted you would catch me.
( He cannot trust himself to acquit himself of the same duties towards Wei Ying. Precedent has served the lesson. At the mouth of Nightless City, Wei Ying's tomb yawns sweet and long. Then, Wei Ying's tears were a foregone, caricatural conclusion — the man who lost everything must surely be knelt to humility. Every true villain must be reduced.
He catches Wei Ying's hand, turns it, drags it up. Looks upon the mountain row of his knuckles as if Wangji were a snake considering if he can fit their span in his mouth's breadth. Then, calmly, instead of the traditional kiss, or the token greeting of skin to his headband, he pointedly reaches out to pinch the soft, taut skin between Wei Ying's thumb and pointing finger with petty aggression. )
I tire of saddening you. ( And so, this is.... his incentive. For Wei Ying, surely, to smile more. ) I pledge Wei Ying, before the heavens, sixteen years of laughter.