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[adversitybloomed]

🌸  ┊ letter received from  @mischever      Wei Wuxian : “ i can stay, if you want. ” / from a meme that i lost my bad.

          Mulan knew that she should be able to handle this, after all, she had been training for situations like this since she was seven years old. yet, as she stood near the side of the room, watching as family members argued with each other, each blaming each other for involving cultivators in private matters and accusing one another of bringing this misfortunate upon the family, she felt uneasy.

          shifting slightly, the young cultivator inched closer to the man dressed in black and red,     ❝  i do not wish to burden you...  ❞    she whispered softly, her gaze shifting from the family to meet with his own.     ❝  but, i also would not mind you staying.  ❞    she paused from saying more as the voices grew louder, and she could sense her Sect members growing more uncomfortable. taking in a breath, she knew that she needed to step up and be in charge, and so she motioned them closer.

        ❝  this could take a while. i will remain here to try and calm the family, so we can gather more information and permission to investigate the situation. go into the town and find out what you can from the locals and we will meet you at the Inn where we will regroup.  ❞    each bowed to them both, thought they exchanged glances as they knew that her skills lacked when it came to negotiations. but they departed without complaint, leaving her alone with Wei Wuxian and the arguing family. fighting her nerves, she lowered her arms before glancing once more back up at the man,     ❝  will you stay and help me ?  ❞

[crue11]

[  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

[adversitybloomed]

        ❝  ... what does one normally gift someone... for the Qixi Festival ?   ❞  / @mischever Wei Wuxian liked for Qixi Festival a starter

[headshaker]

( BG3 // accepting ) WEI WUXIAN [ @mischever ] WROTE: ❝Together we might survive.❞

❝MIGHT?!❞ NIE HUAISANG'S SHRIEK CUT through the air more easily than any saber. Every other eye in the cave, save those belonging to his own people, turned to him with the same look: how has this man not died yet? He feigned obliviousness, however, and pressed his "panic". Whatever happened now hinged on Wei Wuxian, and Nie Huaisang would suffer any humiliation to ensure they swung the way he wanted.

He darted one step in Wei Wuxian's direction but faltered when his bodyguards stepped between them, as if protecting their sect leader from his own foolishness. It was a practiced play, and he played his part by stuttering behind his fan as if hiding embarrassment. ❝Wei-xio— n-no, Wei Wuxian,❞ he cleared his throat of that "accidental" blunder, ❝just what do you mean 'might'? So many cultivators have already fallen . . .❞ He eyed each sect with apparent anxiety. Beneath it all, he was pleased to find they were as terrified as he was pretending to be. And, terrified sheep went where they were driven.

❝You should know this place better than anyone right? Shouldn't there be some hidden defenses or —?❞ He could hear some of the elders scoffing. They still believed Wei Wuxian had sealed their spiritual power. Well, he was a fine opening for him to begin proving otherwise.

[crue11]

❛ 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 .