My muse laces their fingers with your muse’s absentmindedly, only realizing it after a few seconds. wwx for lwj :)
lan zhan has to keep his cool . the bleeding has stopped but his bruises are still tender and the wen soldiers seem to be quite eager to remind him that they're tender ! the young heirs they've gathered from the clans , forcefully brought here to learn their ways . silence was all wei ying got when he tried to ask him if he's okay , probably saw him limping his way to the tree to sit under it . he has no idea why wei ying sat with him , but felt his fingers tangle with his colder ones as his head lolled back to rest against the tee . exhausted , letting sunlight warm half his forehead . just when he tightens his hold , wei ying seems to tense up . that makes him open his eyes , despite the ache in his bones and the bleeding wound that hugs his side , lan zhan is more concerned about what's making wei ying uncomfortable ─ his touch is rare , he doesn't want to think too much about it . his thumb rubs along wei ying's own , mindless , a touch they won't mention again , secret shared under the cool shade of the tree while lan zhan bleeds and wei ying soothes with a simple touch . the wen clan had given them a few minutes to rest , after someone fainted . he didn't expect wei ying to come sit with him . his eyes close , the eye contact breaking gently and quietly with it . his breaths are calmer now , more even .
🐚 * romantic. accepting