[ jiang cheng is not without his faults and his falls. he edges within the peripherals of their mutual orbit, wavering between the shade and the light. they must know by now that jiang cheng shies away from hello and goodbye; he passes by lan wangji with a glance - he chases them with his gaze, softened by the slope of his brows, the downturn of lashes.
it is only after - dressed similarly, with wisps of hair still wet against his temples, that jiang cheng slides into the seat opposite. he does not make a comment of the tea - he never has. ]
I thought you would return later.
[ as always, half accusatory; half combative, but he leans back a little in his seat and crosses a leg over the other. ]
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it is only after - dressed similarly, with wisps of hair still wet against his temples, that jiang cheng slides into the seat opposite. he does not make a comment of the tea - he never has. ]
I thought you would return later.
[ as always, half accusatory; half combative, but he leans back a little in his seat and crosses a leg over the other. ]