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Wu Xian, who is very obviously based off Wei Ying.
Wu Xian, who is very obviously based off Wei Ying.
It includes Lan Zhan secretly writing a web novel to express his pining, a very oblivious Wei Ying, and an unfortunately NOT oblivious Su She.
It includes Lan Zhan secretly writing a web novel to express his pining, a very oblivious Wei Ying, and an unfortunately NOT oblivious Su She.
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Wei Ying catches hold of his arms and just holds him, head tilted backwards, staring up at the ceiling. He seems to need Lan Zhan in a way that makes something protective pace and howl inside him, makes him press in close, throat tight.
Wei Ying catches hold of his arms and just holds him, head tilted backwards, staring up at the ceiling. He seems to need Lan Zhan in a way that makes something protective pace and howl inside him, makes him press in close, throat tight.
Wei Ying is staring at him.
“Perfection,” adds Lan Zhan, feeling desperate now, “has always been my cage. Never my joy, Wei Ying. You are that joy. Your beauty in such freedom, such untethered expression of the things you feel."
Wei Ying is staring at him.
“Perfection,” adds Lan Zhan, feeling desperate now, “has always been my cage. Never my joy, Wei Ying. You are that joy. Your beauty in such freedom, such untethered expression of the things you feel."
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Wei Ying sits on his bed and drinks beer from a bottle. There’s something satisfying about gripping the cool, smooth glass, about the press of the rim to his lips. The occasional scrape of it against his teeth.
An amalgam of a kiss.
Wei Ying sits on his bed and drinks beer from a bottle. There’s something satisfying about gripping the cool, smooth glass, about the press of the rim to his lips. The occasional scrape of it against his teeth.
An amalgam of a kiss.
“Lan Zhan!” He hustles forward and throws his arm around the other man, expecting shock, something scandalized; something admonishing for him to covet.
And he does in fact receive a shocked look. Because this man is not Lan Zhan.
“Lan Zhan!” He hustles forward and throws his arm around the other man, expecting shock, something scandalized; something admonishing for him to covet.
And he does in fact receive a shocked look. Because this man is not Lan Zhan.
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He wants Wei Ying to be overpowered by his presence, to be obsessed with him, even as he rebukes the other man for leaning in too close, for watching Lan Zhan’s steps rather than the room. Hot and cold; both seem to make Wei Ying flush.
He wants Wei Ying to be overpowered by his presence, to be obsessed with him, even as he rebukes the other man for leaning in too close, for watching Lan Zhan’s steps rather than the room. Hot and cold; both seem to make Wei Ying flush.
Lan Zhan turns his head to the side, rolls with a swell of emotion. Want made manifest, liquid, sloshing in his veins. Something he can feel, the weight of it, wending its way through his body. Just as he feels his pulse while dancing. The throb of his heart.
Lan Zhan turns his head to the side, rolls with a swell of emotion. Want made manifest, liquid, sloshing in his veins. Something he can feel, the weight of it, wending its way through his body. Just as he feels his pulse while dancing. The throb of his heart.
So: “Show me,” he says.
Because he needs to understand. That’s it. No other reason. Simple – clean. Professional.
Not because his spine almost melts, when Lan Zhan summons him and he steps into his arms, lets himself be caught.
So: “Show me,” he says.
Because he needs to understand. That’s it. No other reason. Simple – clean. Professional.
Not because his spine almost melts, when Lan Zhan summons him and he steps into his arms, lets himself be caught.