THE FEARSOME YILING PATRIARCH! DRIVING EVIL FROM YOUR DOOR WITH A GREATER EVIL!
LOVES MILD FOOD, CUTE PUPPIES, LONG WALKS IN THE BURIAL MOUNDS AND KILLING ALL YOUR LOVED ONES!
[this one starts soft, pleading, trying to draw him in rather than knock him off balance; Lan Wangji's fingers tighten in his hair next to his face but don't drag him down. almost sweet...]
[he shivers and shivers and falls into it, inexorable, his own care giving way to something hungrier, his body pressing forward against Lan Wangji's, his own heart pounding; he wants this]
[this kiss is slower but more intense, if anything. it goes on and on and on, deep and languid and dazed, exploring; Lan Wangji pauses to let them breathe without taking his mouth away and then immediately dives back in with redoubled hunger as soon as it hits him that they've stopped intolerably for a moment. he's shaking, when it finally breaks this time.]
[he's making tiny wrecked noises and has a hand fisted in the layers of Lan Wangji's robes by then. he's shaking too; it's impossible to tell where one of theirs ends and the other's begins]
[Lan Wangji lets out a little growl of pure need and bends his head forward for Wei Wuxian's throat like he's something feral, impossibly hungry for him; Wei Wuxian feels the jerk of his muscles as he pulls him close, feels the electric sensation of his teeth digging in hit the base of his spine and skull at once with a jolt--
then he's awake, suddenly, staring at the ceiling in his villa in the dim red glow of the Blood Pool, throat aching with phantom pain and, possibly otherwise distracted.]
between the indecision and his shaking knees it takes him rather longer than one would expect to make it to Lan Wangji's door, but he gets there eventually]
there's a pale familiar figure standing under a lamppost in the courtyard waiting for him when he makes it past the path from Section 2, looking almost part of the spilling pool of light]
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Say...say something...
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Stay.
[he tilts Wei Wuxian's face with his hand; brings their mouths together gently this time, like a man lowering a lotus blossom back to the water]
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A-ah--
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Please?
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then he's awake, suddenly, staring at the ceiling in his villa in the dim red glow of the Blood Pool, throat aching with phantom pain and, possibly otherwise distracted.]
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[after
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Lan Wangji gets a text]
?
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Lan Zhan?
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[oh god, his voice still has that growl under the steadiness of it, it's exactly the same]
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...
Come here.
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aaa.
finally:]
Where?
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By the courtyard.
[he means the condos, of course]
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between the indecision and his shaking knees it takes him rather longer than one would expect to make it to Lan Wangji's door, but he gets there eventually]
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there's a pale familiar figure standing under a lamppost in the courtyard waiting for him when he makes it past the path from Section 2, looking almost part of the spilling pool of light]
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he's perfectly still.]
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takes a couple of half-stumbling steps forward, reaching a hand out to him]
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