But then, this is the rabbit, beating heart of Wei Ying stormed, crowded, hidden in his truths dark and memories gnarled, alive in the forest of his beaten, bitten-down defences — a penury of skin cradling bone, and what does he weigh? Dust motes, shivered. Moonlight, distorted.
Lan Wangji's fingers chase the sloped line of his knuckles and feels, You did not give me even the wet of you to grieve. When reckoning comes, this moment will be absurdity: how Wangji's silence fled with him, hand in hand, and the other binding seamlessly at his back, to retain the violent treasure of Wei Ying's mouth-print in sanctuary. To carry words, silent, like mad pulse of fireflies.
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But then, this is the rabbit, beating heart of Wei Ying stormed, crowded, hidden in his truths dark and memories gnarled, alive in the forest of his beaten, bitten-down defences — a penury of skin cradling bone, and what does he weigh? Dust motes, shivered. Moonlight, distorted.
Lan Wangji's fingers chase the sloped line of his knuckles and feels, You did not give me even the wet of you to grieve. When reckoning comes, this moment will be absurdity: how Wangji's silence fled with him, hand in hand, and the other binding seamlessly at his back, to retain the violent treasure of Wei Ying's mouth-print in sanctuary. To carry words, silent, like mad pulse of fireflies.
Wei Ying leads. The girl sets their course.
He breathes — and follows. )