𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Wei Wuxian could say for sure that he was left speechless – he's a man of strong will, and as bull-headed as he can be at times, he takes pride in how he manages to take things lightly still. So he always has something to say – a witty remark, an inappropriate joke that he's sure it's always right in time, people just don't know how to appreciate it, the likes. And it's within the comforts of the Jingshi where he finds himself surrounded by the loving quietude of the Cloud Recesses, but most importantly, his beloved Lan Zhan and how his words resonate in him that Wei Wuxian is scrambling for words inside his brain.
It's not the most embarrassing thing Lan Zhan has ever said to him, no– the man had a knack for making the infamous Yiling Patriarch blush and fluster under his thumb. But it's the firmness in his voice, the faint promise of a future that it's not that far ahead, that it's, in fact, so close Wei Wuxian feels his fingertips tingle, and his body yearn. Oh, how he yearns, he has for two lifetimes. So the pink dusting his cheek as he crawls his way toward Lan Zhan and straddles him when he gets close enough is not from his shamelessness in doing something so vulgar in a sacred place, but he won't admit that it's because his heart is rabbiting in anticipation in his chest, either. He leans down, circling HanGuang-Jun's broad shoulders with his trembling arms, letting his weight press against the other's chest, stealing a chaste kiss that lasts long seconds with only the moon as their witness.
“ Ah, Lan Zhan, my sweet HanGuang-Jun... This time, we'll go wherever you want to go. ”
