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meadowlarklogs2019-04-21 07:05 pm
laozu) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-04-21 07:05 pm
CLOSED.
WHO: Ancient China Wuxia Crew ( Wei Wuxian laozu, Lan Wangji wangxian & Jiang Cheng sandu )
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
WHAT: A catch-all log for literally everything so we don't spam.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.
laozu, Lan Wangji wangxian & Jiang Cheng sandu )WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
WHAT: A catch-all log for literally everything so we don't spam.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.
no subject
once and so many times, to remain at wei wuxian's side was all that lan wangji would want. to hold his hand, to feel the warmth and weight against his palm— lan wangji knows, what it is to desire. he knows what it is to yearn for, he knows that jiang cheng too has felt this in moods lan wangji once could not identify, but sees now in this light. jiang cheng, who too is beautiful like wei wuxian, defers to what it is the latter wants. he defers, in ways both similar and different from lan wangji, different and similar as jiang cheng sinks back from his arms.
he knows, that they too have many things to speak on. lan wangji knows he holds many things within his heart, as much as jiang cheng and wei wuxian. he knows, but these are secrets he has kept silent on. he does not reveal them, because he does not know the language— he does not feel as though these are weights they shoulder shoulder, the past a closed door.
and lan wangji, lan wangji had learned there is an undercurrent to accepting the turn over of "sorry," of "thank you," of "goodbye." he does not want any, and lan wangji has learned not to lie.
but, he wants this. he wants and his chest unfurls as though sun over mountains, the first stretch of pale things that bloom in the light. he wants to remain at their sides. and before either can retract or change their mind, he comes to them. quiet as he often is, silent as he might be— he settles down between them, his posture neat and practiced. he glances in-between them, his hands resting ( for a moment ) uneasy upon his thighs.
and then, he turns his wrists. he offers his palms to theirs, if they wish. he offers himself entire, but he knows there is nothing to fear from this. there is nothing to worry for, should they remain linked and entire. ]