[they can still feel each others' hold, when they wake up.
Lan Wangji also feels an uncomfortable heat in a ring on his chest, almost like the brand scar's become a fresh wound again. it doesn't hurt, though. Wei Wuxian feels it around his forearm, near his elbow rather than his wrist.
strange, glittering tattoos like winding vines have appeared there. both terminate in what might someday be a blooming flower, but is currently just a single inked-in petal.]
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[he wishes he had something better to offer in this moment, than blood and grief and horror]
. . . always chasing me.
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Do not make me.
[they're both tired.]
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Lan Wangji also feels an uncomfortable heat in a ring on his chest, almost like the brand scar's become a fresh wound again. it doesn't hurt, though. Wei Wuxian feels it around his forearm, near his elbow rather than his wrist.
strange, glittering tattoos like winding vines have appeared there. both terminate in what might someday be a blooming flower, but is currently just a single inked-in petal.]