Eastbound Contact

[weifinder]

Wei Wuxian
missives | encounters

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[downswing]

( Are they much better than innocents, learning? Than children.

In truth, it matters little. Generations of young men have made themselves apt to the task. Apprehension is the moment of bated breath between hope and realisation.

And Wei Ying looks — for one moment, too long — heartbroken. )

...no. Not where there lives the possibility of intrusion. ( Why betray themselves? ) The quarter.

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( the curl of his lips into a not quite smile. )

I mostly meant to bathe first. We should set wards. An array. Something.

[downswing]

( Ah, and where is the shamelessness of two heartbeats ago? )

Something.

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( hiding in the cascading instances of their sudden interruptions. )

Today?

[downswing]

Tonight. ( Perhaps too categorical. )

Moonlight. Better for shivered hands.

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Kinder, too.

( to shivered hands or shivered bodies, scarred and otherwise. )

No interruptions.

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Wear my ribbon.

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... only?

[downswing]

( Laugher, nearly. )

No. No need to seduce. Your work is done.

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Now I'm kind of liking the idea — wait, did you leave your ribbon with me?

[downswing]

Apologies. No. ( For the better: those birds... )

But you do not instinctively reach. I speak to make desire known.

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( the dawning understanding. his smile, the glean of fruit-slick skin reflecting light. )

In that case, I will, Lan Zhan. Including tonight.

[downswing]

( He sounds, for a moment, almost bashful. ) It pleases. An act only a spouse may perform, being performed.

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It's important to you. I'll remember.

[downswing]

( Can people... flush audibly, they surely cannot. )

Thank you.

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You're welcome, Lan Zhan. See you soon.

( wahtever soon means, in the course of this, but they both know: before sunset, and under the moon's quiet witness. )