[ he has told him to mind only what is his own. he has told him and jiang cheng cannot take the words back. it sits between them, as surely as if it were a line drawn upon sand, a mark of a lash laid out upon skin. do not, it says, he says, but the voice sounds with the quiet flatness of his mother. do not get closer. do not concern yourself. it is not your place.
but is it not, truly? is it not lan wangji's place, when the each of them all have made places for one another? when jiang cheng feels, already more than his own, the coldness that seeps over him at the lack of response both within and out of the network?
nevertheless, jiang cheng burns quietly. he is a man with too much pride, always - and the fox demon's goading remarks have spurred him on, have opened wounds hardly closed. his insecurity is always what gets the better of him - wei wuxian is used to it, he knows how jiang cheng would be and become, what he would say or do without meaning to. lan wangji, he is not so familiar.
he knows that lan wangji knows that he is back, yet there is no greeting. it is to be expected. ]
Too much, [ he says, and it is the only thing he says, as jiang cheng glances between the watering can in the other's hand and the plants. ]
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but is it not, truly? is it not lan wangji's place, when the each of them all have made places for one another? when jiang cheng feels, already more than his own, the coldness that seeps over him at the lack of response both within and out of the network?
nevertheless, jiang cheng burns quietly. he is a man with too much pride, always - and the fox demon's goading remarks have spurred him on, have opened wounds hardly closed. his insecurity is always what gets the better of him - wei wuxian is used to it, he knows how jiang cheng would be and become, what he would say or do without meaning to. lan wangji, he is not so familiar.
he knows that lan wangji knows that he is back, yet there is no greeting. it is to be expected. ]
Too much, [ he says, and it is the only thing he says, as jiang cheng glances between the watering can in the other's hand and the plants. ]