( By request, by preference, by grace of this strange, most curious and defenseless dance they've learned the steps of, together. Oil into water, spreading its viscera: this is Wei Ying, styled Wuxian, playing at seduction. He presumes, now, to tempt Lan Wangji, knowing the road trembled and long and his own step hesitant — knowing, too, that Hanguang-Jun will not imperil the most precious of burdens that graces his back on whim, despite the provocation.
So, then, he takes his chances. He flirts, he eases, he drifts his hand's touch through Lan Wangji's hair like a brush collecting pigment from the web of diluted ink.
And Lan Wangji, reduced to instinct and gritted teeth, and the shivered atrocity of his restraint, like dimming candle light — bears with it all, carrying this monster, his husband, further on his back. )
None. ( And rasped: ) I shall keep tally of each of your wrongdoings in this. ( They both know the aspect, the direction. ) One day, you will pay for each in kind.
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( By request, by preference, by grace of this strange, most curious and defenseless dance they've learned the steps of, together. Oil into water, spreading its viscera: this is Wei Ying, styled Wuxian, playing at seduction. He presumes, now, to tempt Lan Wangji, knowing the road trembled and long and his own step hesitant — knowing, too, that Hanguang-Jun will not imperil the most precious of burdens that graces his back on whim, despite the provocation.
So, then, he takes his chances. He flirts, he eases, he drifts his hand's touch through Lan Wangji's hair like a brush collecting pigment from the web of diluted ink.
And Lan Wangji, reduced to instinct and gritted teeth, and the shivered atrocity of his restraint, like dimming candle light — bears with it all, carrying this monster, his husband, further on his back. )
None. ( And rasped: ) I shall keep tally of each of your wrongdoings in this. ( They both know the aspect, the direction. ) One day, you will pay for each in kind.