"I can learn to take an eight hour nap on your chest," he says, the whining edge to his voice a genuine complaint over something he isn't comfortable with, but might manage to ignore through sheer mental fortitude. He holds still, peering through slit eyes, feeling it's not dark enough even sealed in close like this to his husband.
The amphibians that stalked closer, curious and not yet feeling threatened, offering commentary in silence and croaks and chirps. No, he doesn't wish to meet any of that horrid number.
What strikes is the creeping understanding of an indignity, a pressure which cannot be ignored. Small bodied, but possessing enough similar organs with similar responses to understand them with dawning horror, Wei Wuxian's large eyes open fully. No, there's a more immediate, insidious reason he won't be allowed the solace of his husband's breast. There's a base biology that asserts himself, and he forces limbs into awkward motion, crawling upward, the tickling slide off desperation aimed up, up, up. Frantic to squirm free, and if he does not face this gladly to resolve one concern, he does squeeze himself free to perch at the folds of Lan Zhan's robes to face it nonetheless.
He doesn't allow himself time to think. He huddles down, braces his awkwardly long hind legs, grips with the rounded toes of his front.
"I hate everything about this!”
Wei Wuxian leaps, soaring out in impossible slow motion, not a clean jump off a creature knowing best through a lifetime of learning how to move, how to conquer. He flies at an angle, front legs stretched forward, hind legs stretched back, the arc he intended not reached. For one hanging moment he seems he might not hit the way at all, before the pitiable smallness of his entrance into the waters at the shoreline is burst upon the world with its splash.
He darts forward in the liquid splendour of the water, a set of eyelids descending without his conscious thought, swimming with too human motions but enough Yunmeng finesse to make it under the safety of anchored, floating leaves.
Nature called. Wei Wixian simply decided he had to answer.
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"I can learn to take an eight hour nap on your chest," he says, the whining edge to his voice a genuine complaint over something he isn't comfortable with, but might manage to ignore through sheer mental fortitude. He holds still, peering through slit eyes, feeling it's not dark enough even sealed in close like this to his husband.
The amphibians that stalked closer, curious and not yet feeling threatened, offering commentary in silence and croaks and chirps. No, he doesn't wish to meet any of that horrid number.
What strikes is the creeping understanding of an indignity, a pressure which cannot be ignored. Small bodied, but possessing enough similar organs with similar responses to understand them with dawning horror, Wei Wuxian's large eyes open fully. No, there's a more immediate, insidious reason he won't be allowed the solace of his husband's breast. There's a base biology that asserts himself, and he forces limbs into awkward motion, crawling upward, the tickling slide off desperation aimed up, up, up. Frantic to squirm free, and if he does not face this gladly to resolve one concern, he does squeeze himself free to perch at the folds of Lan Zhan's robes to face it nonetheless.
He doesn't allow himself time to think. He huddles down, braces his awkwardly long hind legs, grips with the rounded toes of his front.
"I hate everything about this!”
Wei Wuxian leaps, soaring out in impossible slow motion, not a clean jump off a creature knowing best through a lifetime of learning how to move, how to conquer. He flies at an angle, front legs stretched forward, hind legs stretched back, the arc he intended not reached. For one hanging moment he seems he might not hit the way at all, before the pitiable smallness of his entrance into the waters at the shoreline is burst upon the world with its splash.
He darts forward in the liquid splendour of the water, a set of eyelids descending without his conscious thought, swimming with too human motions but enough Yunmeng finesse to make it under the safety of anchored, floating leaves.
Nature called. Wei Wixian simply decided he had to answer.