[wei ying smiles - it's all teeth, bright and alive. he caps the flask, sets it on his lap where it's cradled between the folds of his robes, precariously tipped to one side. one wrong move and it will roll down to the eaves of the roof; similarly, one wrong move now, and wei ying could very well bare his neck before he's ready for the cut of lan zhan's blade.]
Then, I'll confess something to you, Lan Zhan.
[gently. gently. gently. wei ying leans in close, stage whispers.]
I slept naked in your bed once, while you were out.
[ ...this. This is why there can never be peace between them. And to think how the other Wei Ying looks at Wangji with his sad and soulful eyes, as if a myriad of hurts has been initiated, unilaterally, between them — through no fault of Wei Wuxian's own.
Wangji does not leave. He pledged. Oh, he pledged, and his hands knit and knot on his lap, his eyes slant but never close. He shudders.
Then, calmly, with the grace of a thousand long departed ancestors, he returns to himself. Very well, master Wei. On manners, Wangji can depend with certainty. ]
My bed is your bed.
[ Grace, dignity, teeth without grit. He has lent Wei Wuxian his bed as their treasured guest, and so Wangji cannot begrudge the man his use of it — however poorly done. ]
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Then, I'll confess something to you, Lan Zhan.
[gently. gently. gently. wei ying leans in close, stage whispers.]
I slept naked in your bed once, while you were out.
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Wangji does not leave. He pledged. Oh, he pledged, and his hands knit and knot on his lap, his eyes slant but never close. He shudders.
Then, calmly, with the grace of a thousand long departed ancestors, he returns to himself. Very well, master Wei. On manners, Wangji can depend with certainty. ]
My bed is your bed.
[ Grace, dignity, teeth without grit. He has lent Wei Wuxian his bed as their treasured guest, and so Wangji cannot begrudge the man his use of it — however poorly done. ]