( Fingers close around the names, engraved and warm from the lingering heat of Lan Zhan's hands. Wei Wuxian studies his face, head canted a touch without thinking, gaze dark and drinking in the paleness of his husband's expression, more so than his robes, now given toward blues instead of the hauntingly pale whites of so much of their knowing.
So much of their unknowing.
The names are tucked into his waistband, so that his hand might be free to reach out, fingers brush the side of Lan Zhan's neck, to curl around the back. Forehead is encouraged to meet forehead, and his eyes close, feeling the warmth of metal and silk and skin, the impression against his skin. The only branding he's choose, more indelible for the way it leaves only lines etched into his heart, his soul. )
As you wish.
( A silence between them, separate from the imperfect silence around them, the muffled mourning of the cocoons no longer around them, but in their remembered wake. )
no subject
( Fingers close around the names, engraved and warm from the lingering heat of Lan Zhan's hands. Wei Wuxian studies his face, head canted a touch without thinking, gaze dark and drinking in the paleness of his husband's expression, more so than his robes, now given toward blues instead of the hauntingly pale whites of so much of their knowing.
So much of their unknowing.
The names are tucked into his waistband, so that his hand might be free to reach out, fingers brush the side of Lan Zhan's neck, to curl around the back. Forehead is encouraged to meet forehead, and his eyes close, feeling the warmth of metal and silk and skin, the impression against his skin. The only branding he's choose, more indelible for the way it leaves only lines etched into his heart, his soul. )
As you wish.
( A silence between them, separate from the imperfect silence around them, the muffled mourning of the cocoons no longer around them, but in their remembered wake. )
Will you sleep, whatever it takes?