Wufei’s voice was low and gentle as he spoke, starting from his earliest memories, his studies and his training. It had been a cold childhood, but Wufei had found pride and solace in becoming proficient in both. He talked about the sparky girl who had become his wife, how much she hated him, and how he took no little pleasure in making her hate him more. It made him feel less powerless, less trapped. How he didn’t regret it now, because he realised that being able to rage at him had given her the same relief.
He talked for a long time, and eventually Duo’s tears dried, and he just lay there, drained but calm.
“She’d say you’ve gone soft,” he observed, afterwards. Wufei let out a rueful chuckle.
“She’d be right,” he agreed.
“Fuck you,” she muttered, but her voice was quiet, and sulky, and affectionate, and emotional. “Fuck you.”
Spirits by @chronicwhimsy