[ it is always a tartness that settles in his mouth.
since he was young, since the time he had seen wei ying flirt aimless and shameless with so many around him and before him, lan wangji had tasted it. he had thought — selfish to himself — that he would give more to placed within that position. he would give more, to have such words turned upon him in sweet earnest. he had wanted and craved as though any starving creature for the warmth of wei ying's attentions, but he had never allowed himself to say it. he had never permitted himself to think he could have it. and even now, even now —
lan wangji keeps his gaze from the sight of tomoe pinned between wei wuxian and the wall, his ears perked. he instead reaches for jiang cheng, more with the fingers than with the palm. and eventually, they tug once upon the corner of his sleeve as though to prompt him to sit down. as if to ask him, without asking him, without making jiang cheng lose more face than he need to or ought, depending upon how others may react to such bickering now.
it was enough already to have such attentions stripped from him, never mind be reminded of the offense of spurring argument between himself and jiang cheng to start. ]
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since he was young, since the time he had seen wei ying flirt aimless and shameless with so many around him and before him, lan wangji had tasted it. he had thought — selfish to himself — that he would give more to placed within that position. he would give more, to have such words turned upon him in sweet earnest. he had wanted and craved as though any starving creature for the warmth of wei ying's attentions, but he had never allowed himself to say it. he had never permitted himself to think he could have it. and even now, even now —
lan wangji keeps his gaze from the sight of tomoe pinned between wei wuxian and the wall, his ears perked. he instead reaches for jiang cheng, more with the fingers than with the palm. and eventually, they tug once upon the corner of his sleeve as though to prompt him to sit down. as if to ask him, without asking him, without making jiang cheng lose more face than he need to or ought, depending upon how others may react to such bickering now.
it was enough already to have such attentions stripped from him, never mind be reminded of the offense of spurring argument between himself and jiang cheng to start. ]