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(excerpt)
Lan Wangji’s fangs pierce that delicate, sun-kissed skin and the Old Magic trembles again. Blood flows over his tongue and he feels the pressure pop in his ears.
He should be enthralled.
He should be enthralled.
Both of them retain their minds.
Wei Wuxian is never under Lan Wangji’s influence, obliged to let him drink and fuck him until a death of one kind or another claims him. He does this anyway, but never in the trance Lan Wangji knows to expect from many lifetimes of feeding.
Lan Wangji, too, is never trapped in Wei Wuxian’s home with fey magic dancing on his tongue. He never opens a door to find a hallway that shouldn’t exist or enters a room as he leaves it. He only loses time in the best ways, drunk with pleasure, and is never caught by the sun’s rosy fingertips as he leaves.
But then, he does keep coming back.
But then, Wei Wuxian does keep inviting him in. Into his home, into his veins, into his body.
Maybe the magic here is still perfectly sated. The thrall of a vampire welcoming him in over and over. The labyrinth of the fey keeping their guest from ever truly leaving.
For, truly, he never leaves Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian is always inside him now, as he no longer feeds on anyone else. It’s possible that if his life force were not so inseparable from the faerie’s, he wouldn’t think of him so constantly, wouldn’t desire him so persistently. But they are inextricably entwined within Lan Wangji’s veins. The wild magic pierces him like thorns. It hums along, golden and grass-stained, and he’s never craved anything more.