[ ...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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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. ]