The uttering of his birth name had
not gone unnoticed. Mo Xuanyu
would not be so bold. . . But there
was certainly someone who would.
And yet, he didn’t choose to pull
the man in his arms up about it. His
beliefs were still steady, he would »
Lan Wangji hadn’t anticipated what
would happen next. . . Finding himself
somewhat startled by the way Wei
Wuxian yelled out, he isn’t even given
a moment before he’s completely
obstructed by the other man clinging
to his upper body as though his life »
“There is a town up ahead” Lan Wangji
promptly replied, glancing down
to the man in his arms who he
continued to carry with great ease.
Conveniently as he said that,
the distance noises of the nearby
town came became close enough
to faintly hear, chattering and »
Wei Wuxian finally giving in, Lan Wangji
began the journey back to Cloud
Recesses by foot. The journey would
likely take the day, but night was
nearing. . .so he would ensure he
kept his route close to a town.
While his breath was steady, he »
Lan Wangji had a secure hold of
the injured man in his arms and had
been ready to proceed.
There was the gentlest of creases
that had formed at his brow as his
name was called in protest. Had
this not been what he wanted?
“Would you prefer to be carried on »
With a heavy exhale, his shoulders
lowered in defeat. He had to trust
Wei Wuxian had his reasons. . . that
he would come forward when ready.
Regardless, he wished he didn’t feel
as though he had to hide from him. . .
Lan Wangji’s grasp loosened at the »
His expression was unchanging, but
all could be told through his eyes,
that spark of hope at the beginning
of that familiar tone about to utter
his name. . . And then nothing.
There was a hint of disappointment,
regret. He wanted Wei Wuxian to »
Watching the other intently, he was just
𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 for that moment, and as the
other lost his footing he reached out,
grabbing Wei Wuxian’s arm to stop
him from toppling to the ground.
A disapproving glance was cast
his way, keeping a steady hold of his »
A solemn expression settled upon Lan Wangji’s face, sitting with crossed legs on the ground in the back mountain of Cloud Recesses. With his spiritual power low, drained entirely in his long-term healing, it took all he had to even move from his bedroom out here. All the other »
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After his formal greeting, he casts
a glance away from Jiang Yanli,
no intentions of disrespect, simply
unaware of how to casually socialise
without the company of his husband
who could speak for the both of them.
Unless it was important or official »
⠀
Jiang Yanli relished the pleasant day as she sat alone, soaking up the afternoon sun while sipping tea and reading a book. It had been a long time since she had experienced such a peaceful moment.
Her family had been reunited once more --
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After having inspected the damage,
he stood tall once again.
Stubborn as always, Wei Wuxian
clearly hadn’t changed a great deal,
and a disapproving glance was cast
his way. . .not that there was much
difference from his usual gaze.
»
Lan Wangji’s frosty gaze was
momentarily disturbed by a moment
of concern as the other stumbled back,
his hand reaching quickly but then
clenching together in a fist as Wei
Wuxian made impact with the ground.
While typically, his reflexes were
beyond human, his head »
Lan Wangji walks through the bustling
crowd of vendors with Jin Ling in tow.
One hand settles behind his back
while the other clutches the hilt of
his sword Bichen, the picture of
beauty and elegance as white robes
billow in the gentle summer breeze. »
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With Lan Wangji’s next words and
actions, he had to tread carefully.
He feared if they went separate ways,
they would never cross paths again.
He’s waited too long to wait a second
longer. . . He couldn’t let Wei Wuxian
go. It was also clear to him that this »
With his feet planted firmly into the
ground, catching the other man
with little to no effort. As Wei
Wuxian stumbled back into his chest,
the first thing he noticed was how
different this new body was of his.
𝙈𝙤 𝙓𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙪. He was both shorter »
The moment Lan Wangji heard those
first few notes, he completely froze.
Although it wasn’t perfect and the
bamboo flute was poorly crafted,
there was no mistaking that song. . .
For he was the one who composed it.
While his mind couldn’t quite »
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@oftwinjades ; —
Of all the people he could have come across, perhaps Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan were the ones who made Wei Wuxian’s guts twist in utter fear. There are enough reasons for the former to inspire such a reaction — reasons he is not ready to face so soon after —
A small, white rabbit sits happily
in his arms. . . Although Lan Wangji’s
expression appears cold, he feels
completely and utterly content.
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