wangxian: ( ᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴇsᴛʜᴇsɪᴀ. ) (ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ)
lán "ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ" wàngjī ([personal profile] wangxian) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2020-04-11 10:24 pm (UTC)

[ and so too is lan wangji.

he gilts only the edges of each, a covetous and cool thing that grounds words against the heart as though mortar and pestle. each time he stretches to offer sentiment, it snaps back against the core - sticks to itself and catches at teeth, brittles and dulls. and so, perhaps it is that he understands best what jiang cheng leaves in his lapses. his body forms language all of its own, as much as lan wangji's too does. his fingers curve minutely against the pale fabric that overlaps his thighs and so too does his eyes follow after.

no comment is needed, when jiang cheng joins him. the tea is still warm and in the quiet, he has barely touched his own. he has waited. ]


I arrived to work early, [ he tells him, his words like the low wisps of steam that curve off the tea cup. his fingers think to untangle the dark, short hairs that frame the dip of temples - it drags lan wangji's eyes up.

instead, his fingers find the smooth body of the cup. he drinks.

lan wangji knows he needn't ask the unstated question - why did you arrive later? ]

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