[Three separate lives. Is it a figure of speech? Dark eyes follow him through the motions, that exhalation an opaque cloud of vapor over the air. The wind soon scatters it.
Which person is it he means, Xuanyu Mo? Spoken as if someone entirely separate from Wei Wuxian, not the same flesh, not the same bones, not the same identity. He doesn't understand it, but that must be as intended. Nothing's been given to him straight out except the names, the little insinuations of something more.]
You know, I like you better like this. [A gesture toward all of him, one sweep of a hand.] When you're not fucking around with me.
[Maybe he hasn't, this whole time. Still feels like it. The teasing, the flighty energy, all of it working to get under his skin. This wears more honesty.]
Three lives, and you've never been in a relationship?
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Which person is it he means, Xuanyu Mo? Spoken as if someone entirely separate from Wei Wuxian, not the same flesh, not the same bones, not the same identity. He doesn't understand it, but that must be as intended. Nothing's been given to him straight out except the names, the little insinuations of something more.]
You know, I like you better like this. [A gesture toward all of him, one sweep of a hand.] When you're not fucking around with me.
[Maybe he hasn't, this whole time. Still feels like it. The teasing, the flighty energy, all of it working to get under his skin. This wears more honesty.]
Three lives, and you've never been in a relationship?