( Flesh to flesh, touching. The border and barrier of his headband, a crisp reminder of every point where Wei Ying and he cannot meet like convulsions of a spumed ocean. Cannot crest and break and burst.
As he wishes. Is then, then, who he has become? A supplicant of the Yiling Patriarch, another fool come to beg a boon. He wishes for nothing, wants for everything. Will he sleep?
He tips his head in, willing, obedient — the nictating quality of the moment drawls. He finds himself like catching water, by chance insipissated. )
What are you saying? (It isn't Lan Wangji he stirs with speech. He is so often only a vehicle, a flesh-bodied substitute for all that Wei Wuxian wishes but cannot face. ) Where must you go?
no subject
( Flesh to flesh, touching. The border and barrier of his headband, a crisp reminder of every point where Wei Ying and he cannot meet like convulsions of a spumed ocean. Cannot crest and break and burst.
As he wishes. Is then, then, who he has become? A supplicant of the Yiling Patriarch, another fool come to beg a boon. He wishes for nothing, wants for everything. Will he sleep?
He tips his head in, willing, obedient — the nictating quality of the moment drawls. He finds himself like catching water, by chance insipissated. )
What are you saying? (It isn't Lan Wangji he stirs with speech. He is so often only a vehicle, a flesh-bodied substitute for all that Wei Wuxian wishes but cannot face. ) Where must you go?
( Only one thing shatters his sleep. )