( There are certain degrees of oblivious which intrude, when priorities are less intimate and more immediate and deathly if not deadly; Wei Wuxian blinks as he twists, attempting to rehome the sleeve-clutched shard in Lan Zhan's qiankun pouch, face turned enough to catch sight of his expression.
Be still, and his heart stills, senses on alert for a more specific danger than the thrusting beneath them both. It penetrates, slow at first, then with sudden, sharp clarity, and he does not laugh, but thinks about laughing; smiles briefly and mutters, )
I've troubled you.
( Even as he poorly resists squirming when Lan Zhan's hands are roaming over him, patting and palming and in his robes with a sort of misplaced electricity that has Wei Wuxian gasp in a manner unsuited for the greater moment. He finds his throat thickened as he swallows, before the talisman slipped free from its home against his breast is activated, caressing the bottom of the boat more tenderly than the errant death lovers slam up into it from below, and burns.
He despises the scent of it, the rot present enough to lessen the impact of the stench, to remind him instead of battlefields and forsaken bodies consigned to their beliefs of cessation with cremation. He swallows again, swallows down bile, but his flute comes readily, his fingers stroking the length of Chenqing, and his finishing touch flails back as the boat rocks, as he rocks into Lan Zhan, as the qiankun pouch responds to his incidental touch and Vanya, the white and black-spotted rabbit, shoves a head out, nuzzling against fingers in hope of a promise treat, to swiftly pull back with a huffed sound if disgust at the carnage. )
Lan Zhan, the rabbit!
( He protests, lifting Chenqing and playing to calm the dead from their grasping, burning hands pulled back under briefly, both of them increasingly soaked by their heroic efforts.
A change to the notes, and a few hands return, palming the fullness of the boat's underbelly, stroking to a stop over each magnificent hole, and press flat, covering and stoppering some of the intaking water.
The rabbit, Vanya ever so opportune, sneezes in violent protest to the entirety of the situation, and makes to nibble vindictively upon Wei Wuxian's easier to reach hair and ribbon, yet again. )
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( There are certain degrees of oblivious which intrude, when priorities are less intimate and more immediate and deathly if not deadly; Wei Wuxian blinks as he twists, attempting to rehome the sleeve-clutched shard in Lan Zhan's qiankun pouch, face turned enough to catch sight of his expression.
Be still, and his heart stills, senses on alert for a more specific danger than the thrusting beneath them both. It penetrates, slow at first, then with sudden, sharp clarity, and he does not laugh, but thinks about laughing; smiles briefly and mutters, )
I've troubled you.
( Even as he poorly resists squirming when Lan Zhan's hands are roaming over him, patting and palming and in his robes with a sort of misplaced electricity that has Wei Wuxian gasp in a manner unsuited for the greater moment. He finds his throat thickened as he swallows, before the talisman slipped free from its home against his breast is activated, caressing the bottom of the boat more tenderly than the errant death lovers slam up into it from below, and burns.
He despises the scent of it, the rot present enough to lessen the impact of the stench, to remind him instead of battlefields and forsaken bodies consigned to their beliefs of cessation with cremation. He swallows again, swallows down bile, but his flute comes readily, his fingers stroking the length of Chenqing, and his finishing touch flails back as the boat rocks, as he rocks into Lan Zhan, as the qiankun pouch responds to his incidental touch and Vanya, the white and black-spotted rabbit, shoves a head out, nuzzling against fingers in hope of a promise treat, to swiftly pull back with a huffed sound if disgust at the carnage. )
Lan Zhan, the rabbit!
( He protests, lifting Chenqing and playing to calm the dead from their grasping, burning hands pulled back under briefly, both of them increasingly soaked by their heroic efforts.
A change to the notes, and a few hands return, palming the fullness of the boat's underbelly, stroking to a stop over each magnificent hole, and press flat, covering and stoppering some of the intaking water.
The rabbit, Vanya ever so opportune, sneezes in violent protest to the entirety of the situation, and makes to nibble vindictively upon Wei Wuxian's easier to reach hair and ribbon, yet again. )