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Wei Wuxian 魏无羡
22 / M / Hell

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!

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/ScI5Hsw.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> got horribly cursed by Wei Wuxian!</span> CURSE

<lj-raw><span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/P3gZl1b.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"> <b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> declared Wei Wuxian a heretic! <blockquote style="border-left:5px solid #ddd;padding:0 0 0 10px;"> Message_content </blockquote></span></lj-raw> DENOUNCE

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/w2B4FYG.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> challenged Wei Wuxian to a duel!</span> FIGHT

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[strikingchords]

[his heart turns over. uses his petting hand to brush the hair out of Wei Wuxian's eyes, lingering]

[laughitoff]

[they flutter the rest of the way shut once more; his own heart squeezes.]

...Lan Zhan...

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji is very good at listening silences.]

[laughitoff]

...what a dangerous thing to say...

[strikingchords]

...

[goes back to scritch.]

Why?

[laughitoff]

It makes me want to do anything and everything to you.

[strikingchords]

[hums under his breath again as his fingers move methodically through Wei Wuxian's hair...]

[laughitoff]

[turns Lan Wangji's captured hand to kiss it softly more; each knuckle, each finger, the tender skin of the wrist]

[strikingchords]

[his eyes lid; his face is very soft and his breath slow, watching that]

[laughitoff]

[presses it against his cheek, after.]

[strikingchords]

[breathes out again, slow and careful. his fingers are curled in slightly, fingertips light as a moth's wing on Wei Wuxian's cheekbone.]

Wei Ying.

[laughitoff]

Lan Zhan.

[strikingchords]

[tenderly tucks Wei Wuxian's hair the rest of the way behind his ear, with his unclaimed hand]

A strange day.

Unpleasant?

[laughitoff]

...jumbled.

[strikingchords]

Mm.

[skates his fingers slowly down the back of Wei Wuxian's neck, ending with his palm flat and warm between his shoulderblades]

[laughitoff]

[breathes out slowly and turns his face out of sight again, though he keeps hold of Lan Wangji's hand]

[strikingchords]

[what's he feeling...?]

[laughitoff]

[there are a lot of things he could be saying and he wants to say exactly none of them; he feels rattled and overstretched by the day they've had somehow and Lan Wangji is bringing him back from that, but some of it he will have to deal with on his own.]

[strikingchords]

[squeezes his hand where their fingers are still laced together against Wei Wuxian's cheek, still quiet]

[laughitoff]

[squeezes back, and stays where he is]

[strikingchords]

[he's going to very slowly press the kinks out of Wei Wuxian's shoulders until he feels a little more settled.]

[laughitoff]

[sighs deeply, somewhere in the middle]

Maybe we should go to bed...?

[strikingchords]

[there is a sense he was kinda waiting for that shift]

Have you eaten?

[laughitoff]

No...I don't really want to tonight? I still feel a bit strange.

[strikingchords]

Mm.

[squeezes his hand again and shifts slightly, warning him that "facedown in lap" will need to shift as well]