#lan zh.

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[  REUNITED  ] :  sender and receiver are reunited at after some time apart. jumping into the other’s arms in a warm embrace, the idea of a kiss is there but does it come to fruition ?  + lwj

  when wei ying fits between his arms , it's not his body lan zhan is embracing but his soul . familiar , sunshine to his endless night sky . his face buried in the crook of wei ying's neck , like a kid needing reassurance for something he's been dreaming about for years . they stopped exchanging informations , stopped talking only about business and wei ying stopped dodging his questioning gaze . tonight he came to his chambers seeking emperor's smile but lan zhan ended up staring a little too longingly at wei ying's smiling lips — and well , wei ying ended up rushing to hug him . his name is a small whisper on annoyingly silent lips , never uttering a word unless he really has to . his wei ying , his sky , his sun . it's a little hard to pull away from wangji’s grasp , his fist is clenched on the back of wei ying's robes . their gazes lock , it's hard to keep an eye contact when they're so close so wangji finds himself glancing down at those red lips again . parted , upper lip a little plumper than the bottom , pink tongue inside his warm mouth — he could yap about the fact that lan zhan isn't as intoxicating as his stupid drink but he doesn't . if wei wuxian isn't talking , then it's really not the good time to make a joke . quietly , he leans forward to let the tips of their noses touch . not allowing those dark eyes to water , he allows a faint twitch of lips and rubs their noses together .

  * - ' almost a kiss. accepting

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❛ what are you thinking about? ❜ +lwj

 they didn't have to rest . they've been walking for hours and the disciples were sleeping their exhaustion away gladly but wangji wasn't sure if he wanted to halt — yi city behind them . a road ahead of them , and wei ying’s quiet stares that eventually bloomed into a curious question . he didn't need to ask , he already knew what wangji was thinking about . meditating it out wasn't going to help him , so his eyes open . he lets the other in his silence , doesn't plan on talking about it in the first place but he finds himself mumbling ; ❛ that city . ❜  he doesn't have to clarify , why did they even stop here ? to let wei ying dig deeper into his thoughts ? to keep asking why his stares are lingering , why he can't stop imagining song lan’s grief as his own — his gaze lowers to his palms . long lashes brush across pale cheeks . guqin lays untouched beneath a clean cloth , wrapped tightly around it , he's not sure playing it now would be wise . and wei ying’s presence provided a balm to his soul that soothed its anxiety . the tree feels grounding behind him , back leaned against it comfortably . blank stare fixed forward , voice low enough to let only wei ying hear him . ❛ what about you ? ❜  hoping the subject is dropped , hoping they've sunken in this comfortable silence of understanding . which they usually do , wangji doesn't remember not being understood by wei ying . ever .

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“  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” / wwx @ wangji 🤭

   lan wangji's passion , sometimes got out of hand .

 it would be less troubling for wei ying in the morning if he tried to at least warn wangji ; subtle words , even a pat on his arm would be enough . but the last time he paused when wei ying breathlessly told him enough , it earned him a quite frightening glare from the man under him . the yilling laozu himself , who told wangji to stop because it was overwhelming . soon he realizes that wei ying liked it this way . but that didn't stop him from whining about it in the morning , not that wangji complained . though it worried him to an extent .

 his hand is gentle upon wei ying's forehead , brushing away some messy strands from pretty face ; tired , barely able to keep his eyes open . his thumb brushes against wei ying s lashes too . he's naked just as wei ying is , frowning softly at his lover's pained grunt when he mumbles his discomfort . quietly , he shifts between wei ying's lean legs , lays his tender pecks upon scarred flesh . on his cheek , on one of the deep red marks on wei ying's thin neck . the covers were shielding their nudity from the sunlight ; albeit dull , he's glad it'll rain in the mountains today . they don't have much to do unless hanguang-jun's expected to train with the disciples . there are ugly scars on his back , disfigured patches of flesh on strong shoulder blades as he sits up to take a bottle of oil . the gentle pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows and the roof , he pushes the covers away . one of wei ying’s legs is placed on wangji's lap , gaze cast downward as he opens the lid of the bottle . ❛ wei ying . where does it hurt , exactly ? ❜  curling the leg , raising it to kiss the side of his knee . the beauty whose legs are on either sides of hanguang-jun's lap , still not quite awake it seems . wangji can't help his small smile . ❛ you didn't tell me to slow down . ❜

     * morning after. accepting