So, some of you may remember my fanart and fanfiction for fytheuntamedâs Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Golden, which I posted now pretty much exactly a year ago, and, guess what, I made a second part!
You don't necessarily need to have read the first part, if you just want to enjoy the art, but for better understanding and if you want to, I'd be happy to have you take a quick look at it.
Also, the story here is just a preview, if you want to read the whole thing, visit this story on my Ao3-account.
"There you are. For a moment here, I thought you wouldnât come at all.â
The voice echoed through the whole room, as if the owner had screamed, even though his tone was calm, nearly bored.
Lan Wangjiâs head jerked up, to find a figure sitting on the throne at the other side of the room.
Silver eyes locked onto his and he nearly forgot how to breathe.
He knew those eyes, he remembered them, remembered them looking at him teasingly, with a shining glimmer inside them that made them look like stars.
"Wen⊠Wen Wuxian?â, his brother asked in an uncertain tone.
"In the fleshâ, the other man replied with a careless wave of his hand down his body.
And Lan Wangji wished he hadnât, because his eyes followed the movement, lured by the soft tinkling of the chains and rings on a pale hand, and fell upon the body that he wished he could have forgotten.
Again, it was clad in less garments than would be considered proper, the legs barely hidden behind skirts layered upon one another, littered with golden gems that blinked and glittered in the firelight. The outermost skirt was made from a translucent, flowing fabric, dark like smoke, teasing with the silhouette of a pale, creamy leg, pulled up onto the throne, while itâs counterpart was naked and out in the open for everyone to see. The inner skirt was blood red and covering just enough remain the bare amount of decent, while the chest was just so covered by fabric in matching black and red.
And again the man was draped in more jewelry than even Jin Zixuan out on a special day. An elaborate headpiece sat on top of his hair, red gems sitting in delicate strings of gold. Long golden chains flowed down his back with his shimmering hair, clinking softly with every movement of his head. More golden strings were strapped across his chest and even more connected the chest piece with the bracelets on his arms. His neck, wrists, upper arms, thighs and ankles glimmered with golden bands.
But the worst of all, worse than the revealing clothes and the enticing gold all over his body, was his face. Not bare with the faintest traces of lip stain like the last time Lan Wangji had seen him, his eyes were surrounded by red shadows this time, like he had only seen some wealthy women wear or those of less appropriate professions. Little flakes of gold flared up with the smallest movement, clinging to the skin around his eyes and even to his lashes.
The silver eyes looked even brighter and at the same time nearly threateningly sharp, sending shivers down Lan Wangjis back, as did the dark red lips with the same golden shimmer, pulled into a tiny smirk.
Just like the first time he had seen the mystifying figure that was Wen Wuxian, Lan Wangji was mesmerized. No matter that seconds ago he was ready to fight for his life and sect and was surrounded by foul-smelling, rotting bodies, he was unable to take his eyes off the man, his heart beating fast and loud in his ears. Everything about him, from his dark, flowing locks, to the pale, creamy, soft looking skin, to the tantalizing gold and jewels creating an aura of superiority and unimpeachability, to his captivating eyes, fascinated him on a level no person had ever reached before. Even without ever being any closer to this man than this, separated by a whole room, even with just a look, he took hold of him, touching places inside him no one has ever been able to touch.
He felt hot and cold at the same time, felt the desire to go over and take a closer look, run his hands over his skin, to see if it was just as soft as it looked, and at the same time to just stand there for eternity and be allowed to never take his eyes off him.
His feelings, that he had such a tight hold on since he could remember, were running wild and free through his body, making it react in ways he hadnât experienced before, making him feel uselessly off guard, making him unable to think clearly, to actually grasp the situation. They were warring against his head, that was urging him to gather himself and actually pay attention to what was happening around him.
The sound of a sword meeting stone finally ripped his focus free in a jarring way, that felt a lot like cold water being splashed onto him. With a miniscule shake of his head and gripping Bichens hilt, until he had the feeling itâs impression would be forever pressed into his palm, he managed to rip his eyes away and focus them back onto the piles of corpses.
Just looking at their dead eyes and some still sluggishly bleeding bodies was sobering and he felt his senses return to him, together with the overwhelming stench and the sounds of people retching behind him.
"How do you like my welcome present?â, Wen Wuxian spoke again, this time with a wave into the room to encompass all the death inside it, "I thought it might satisfy you.â
The glint in his eyes made them look nearly eerie.
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