#graceflute

[strokesofjade]

@graceflute continued from HERE

He listens patiently, offering no direct comment on Wei Ying's attempt to reassure him. It is barely noticeable, but it is still there for those who know where to look; a hint of hesitation, the only sign that he does not fully believe him.

"Mn." He agrees, but he is more intent on hearing the other's thoughts. Letting Wei Ying decide. Following whichever new, curious idea has momentarily led to a new excited glint flashing in his eyes. The only time he will ever draw a line is when he feels like Wei Ying's safety is not sufficiently guaranteed. Only because the other has a tendency to . . . minimise the importance of that condition.

"If Wei Ying feels uneasy, we can go back." Simply put; he does not remotely care what the town's people would think, only what Wei Ying believes is right.

[baijingshen]

@graceflute​ sent: ''is there even anything left of the man you were? of the man i -'' (jfm @ wrh)

     “I’m the same I’ve always been,” Wen Ruohan says coldly. He doesn’t wait for Jiang Fengmian to think of a way to finish his sentence, assuming he doesn’t have the courage to do so anyway. Even now that the thing keeping them apart is dealt with Fengmian is hesitant, fearful, weak. Ruohan should despise him, but for some inexplicable reason he can’t. He can’t let go of wanting him, of envisioning him by his side when he thinks of the future of the Wen Sect on top of all the others, bringing about a new era. He can do it on his own, but he doesn’t want to.

He raises a hand to Fengmian’s cheek, his skin dyed red by the blood of the men he slew not long ago, Jiang blood. A smear of red stays behind on Jiang Fengmian’s cheek when he brushes his thumb over it in an untypically gently fashion.      “It’s alright. You are grieving now, but you will see things my way soon enough,” Wen Ruohan says, his voice softer than a moment ago. “I don’t blame you for lacking the strength to choose me over them anymore. Seems I really do have a soft spot for you, Jiang Fengmian, despite all your shortcomings.”

Wen Ruohan’s eyes turn to the lifeless body splayed on the ground next to their feet. She is beautiful, even in death, her hair a tangled mess framing her white motionless face. He likes her better like this, he decides.      “Clean up this mess,” he says a little louder to one of his men standing idly by. When he turns his attention back to Fengmian he leans in to press a kiss to his temple, the gesture a mockery of gentle affection in the face of the carnage that surrounds them, the bloody remains of the Jiang Sect.

     “I see now that you needed me to be strong for both of us. I know it hurts, but I did this for you. For us. There’s nothing standing between us now and nothing to hold us back.” Wen Ruohan tilts his head, aligning his lips with Jiang Fengmian’s. “You’re free to be with me now,” he whispers before sealing their lips in a kiss.

Free to be mine.

[changeandmovingon]

           —— » [ @graceflute​ ]   said:      

❝   *walks around in his inner red robes*  ❞

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⌈        ⊰ ☁ ⊱ — Fingers moved delicately over the strings of his guqin. The soft melodies swaying gently around the quiet, calm room. Lan Zhan’s gaze over his instrument, observing how the strings would vibrate at his touch, the song he had create many years ago made his heart flutter with such emotions that only ever happened when he was thinking about Wei Ying.

And speaking of the demonic cultivator, hearing the man’s footsteps always made the  Hanguang-Jun’s heart skip a beat. It never seemed to amaze Lan Zhan that after everything that had happened, what they went through...his love for that man never dimmed, it only increased with every stare, every touch, every kiss.

Wei Ying was, and will be his everything.

He lifted his gaze from his instrument, hands stopped momentarily and placed over its strings as he wanted to give the other man his full and utterly attention before his eyes landed on him.

A blink. Lips parted slightly in surprised as he let himself enjoy the view of delicate red fabric caressing over him. The crimson texture, contrasting yet complemented his ivory, pale skin so beautifully over a tall, thin frame.

He was....eternally handsome.

Lan Zhan stayed frozen at his seat, just admiring how well that flaming hue the man wore, how well the fabric clung onto just the right places over the man’s body. And seeing that handsome face, with a shining, gorgeous smile just left him speechless.

And Wei Ying knew it. He knew Lan Zhan would feel powerless for the few moments as his gaze feel upon him whilst wearing his ever torturing robe before him. ⌋

[indulgentia]

from  this  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  »  @𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ：

"What is it?" (wei wuxian @ jin ling)

And  in  a  blink  of  an  eye,  that  simple  question  is  able  to  wash  away  all  the  haughtiness  and  confidence  from  the  young  Junior  Cultivator's  face,  big  sharp  eyes  widen  in  a  reflex,  while  a  brief,  subtle  shake  of  the  head  just  seems  to  confirm  that  his  glare  indicated  much  more  than  he  would  like  to  convey.  What  a  shame  for  him,  to  be  incapable  of  upholding  a  good  lie  through  no  matter  which  part  of  his  body.  Long  sigh  with  a  palpable  hint  of  frustration  lingered  in  the  air  in  a  deeper  reflection  as  the  bitten  lower  lip  indicates.

❛❛ It's  no  big  deal...!  There's  just  something  I  felt  I  should  ask  you. ❜❜    So  angered,  so  embarrassed,  far  too  compromising  to  cause  any  good  impression,  words  are  pushed  out  knowing  that  it’s  impossible  to  hide  his  expression  from  the  eyes  of  the  other  now.    ❛❛ Can  you  really  bring  the  dead  back? ❜❜    He  prays  the  reason  to  bring  this  up  isn’t  too  obvious. 

[ofwindsweptpines]

( @graceflute continued from x )

༺🌕༻ It was not unusual for Wei Ying to startle awake at night after one nightmare or another, and Wangji had grown used to soothing him quietly back to sleep, sometimes talking for a moment if it had been particularly troublesome, other times with no words at all — just gentle touches. It seemed tonight would be the former, Wuxian unwilling to drift back off so easily, the reason being made evident soon enough.

  A dark, slender brow would lift ever so slightly at the request, thinking it a bit onerous even for the man beside him, eyes remaining closed for the time being as if looking at his husband might cause his resolve to sway. 

  “This body needs to cultivate inedia, Wei Ying. Think of it as training,” he murmured, reaching his hand up to place his palm on the back of the man’s head, coaxing it back down to rest on his chest so that he might not need to suffer the feeling of those expectant eyes boring into him so intently. “Breakfast is in a few hours. You might actually have stomach for it,” he reasoned in softer tone, sleep flirting with his senses which wavered even now, palm growing heavier. ༺🌕༻

[ofrhysand]

@graceflute​ says:    ❛  You wouldn’t understand.  ❜

░▒▌╳▐ ʀ ʜ ʏ s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ

      𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 lurking behind those words, despite of how Nesta's eyes displayed nothing. There were two options, Rhys knows: To ignore it as nothing more than a DISMISSAL—Likely the intent behind the comment—Or to try and GRASP and unveil those hidden shadows. Without offering a response, the male calmly strides towards the chair across from her and sits; leaning comfortably against the backrest while stretching out long legs, crossing them at the ankles.

         ❝ Try me, Nesta. ❞ Voice was BECKONING, soothing in its rich depth, with star-flecked eyes focused on the female. ❝ Maybe this time, I won't disappoint. All you have to do is try. ❞

[badasshybridqueen]

jumping in here to say i hope you're doing great && that life is treating you well ? <3

MIAAAA!!! ILYSM okay? and I hope you’re well too and I miss the heck out of you. Just so you know. <333333

[aeipathic]

@graceflute || wei wuxian & jiang cheng, continued from x.

    “you think i can’t–?” you think i can’t tell when my own brother is hiding something from me, he almost says but doesn’t, cuts himself off as the words get stuck in his throat like they so often do. who knows? maybe he can’t. clearly wei wuxian thinks he can’t. wei wuxian thinks he can throw up his hands and do whatever ridiculous things he does when he isn’t by jiang cheng’s side like he promised he’d be, and jiang cheng will just...what? let him run away forever? let wei wuxian push him aside?

    something’s wrong. he’s angry as hell that wei wuxian keeps skiving off and ignoring his duties (and hurt, underneath the anger, because didn’t he say he would be there? didn’t he  promise to help?), but he isn’t blind. wei wuxian’s being...weird. jiang cheng’s been chalking it  down to trouble coming down from the war (not that that’s an excuse -- didn’t jiang cheng fight  too? is he running from his responsibilities because of it? he has an entire sect to run, for god’s sake), but he’s starting to wonder if there’s something else, something worse, that wei wuxian isn’t talking about.

    it’s making him jumpy and irritable around wei wuxian, more so than usual, and he doesn’t like it. if his brother won’t help him, can’t he at least bother telling him the truth?

    “i’m not stupid,” he settles on. and then, because he’s not above hitting where it hurts, he adds, eyebrows raised, “and neither is a-jie. even if you don’t care about helping me, you could at least try not to worry her.”