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The Morning After

#mdzs #wangxian #魔道祖師 #lan wangji #wei wuxian

homuras

*:･ﾟ✧ HunterxHunter (2011) »» Hair + Colors ✧･ﾟ: *

soymilkes

baby

theincorrectuntamed

jiang yanli: you know, hanguang jun gives a-ying flowers every day. sometimes i wish you would do that too

jin zixuan: oh, uh... ok

[the next day]

jin zixuan, handing wuxian a bouquet of flowers: here, these are for you

wuxian: wh-?

jin zixuan: i don't get it either

wyxch

Lan Wangji: – Everyone who offends Wei Ying will deal with me

Wei Wuxian: – Hey, I'm not helpless, I can handle it myself

Wei Wuxian: – Everyone listen to me

Wei Wuxian: – Everyone who offends me

Wei Wuxian: – Will deal with Lan Wangji

dancing-4eva

Wuxian: I love it when I leave class early to surprise my boyfriend and he says those three very special words . . .

Wangji, in a flashback: Were you expelled?

dukeblobfish

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likeshining

On a hill where wind blows

“So, you’ve come to say goodbye?”

He hums against the chilling breeze; fading cologne wrapped around his skin, a well-worn scarf covers part of his face.

“Say what you will, love.”

Strands of red hair blow across his eyes. Leaning against things left behind, Chuuya sighs.

“You’ve always been like this.”

Autumn leaves scatter across withering grass; gold beneath his feet, Dazai crouches down and wraps his arms around his knees.

“People’s personalities truly don’t change.

No longer hidden, blue irises blink against the setting sun as Chuuya sinks next to his company. Highlighting his laughter, passing light shines against marked engravings.

“What makes you say that?”

Makeshift knot between his fingers, Dazai pulls; unfurling the fabric into his open palm till enough falls away to wrap around cold stone.

“Just look how you died in my place.”

likeshining

“You’ve never kissed me once."

"Of course not. Only people in love do things like that.”

He sneaks back into the quiet room; interrupting the playing score, soft snoring greets his ears as a figure buried under covers shifts every so slightly. Door behind, a muted flash of light, a drifting smell of peaches. Now five eleven, Dazai shakes the hair out his eyes and settles beside the bed.

“Say, Chuuya-“

Red hair tangles between his fingers and curls around his pinky like a thread of fate constantly pulling him closer. Amber eyes turn to the half open window as summer’s breeze chases away his pain.

“What I said earlier was just an excuse.”

Chilly air pushes him to warmth, the deliberate space left on the mattress, a silent invitation. Hand drawn back, Dazai wraps himself in his tails and stares at red still lingering against his skin. Fingers closed, he leans down, knees touching carpet and sighs,

“I love you too.”

Melody reaching a slowing stop, city sounds return to interrupt his thoughts and echo against empty walls. Tails unfurled, shadows dance in pale light as Dazai flattens his ears and kisses slightly parted lips.

“You’ll just never hear me say it.”