Eastbound Contact

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Wei Wuxian
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The difference between an experience lived, and one read, I think. Words made it beautiful or coarse and harder to know. Actions made it real and simple and complex. Imperfect. Inspiring.

It's not much like the springtime novels of my youth, but more like — oh!

I didn't get to show you the scrolls last night! Only the oils!

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The scrolls?

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Mm! With illustrative suggestions!

... ones that looked feasible. For us.

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For us.

You believe we require... instruction?

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I've been trying to convince you I'm worth taking to bed for how long? Of course I researched!

... when it seemed likely... so... recently.

The last two weeks?

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Then we... shall.

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You'll go over the scrolls with me?

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Am I so cowardly to refuse?

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You're no coward, Lan Zhan!

( very, very stubborn though. )

I think you'll enjoy them! They're not only about men and men, I'll warn you, I found insights in other couplings, some very sweet. Did you know that people use specific toys and tools for pleasure in such things?

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( Can it be, is that... the silhouette of his soul, deserting him? )


Yes.

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You knew!

When were you planning to tell me? Do you have a favourite? What one? Or ones? Which did you want to try? Which have you already used?

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( A. Slow. Reminder. )


You are treating my body as a curse rune to tinker with.

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What? No, no, I want to learn yours, not remake it, ah?

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These are private matters.

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... from who?

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For whom.

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The answer being what.

( u pedantic donkey )

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Private between the parties involved.

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Lan Zhan, if it's between you and your hands I think you're just being mean.

If it wasn't, then of course that's also your business, but why can't you speak of it? There's nothing to feel shame over, you know that, don't you?

( also husbae you weren't exactly confident, which doesn't incline him to think there were a great many Someones the last sixteen years. not that he'll discount there could be, but that's not! the point! )

It's not like you can't ask me, too. If you cared to.

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( He takes... far too long to answer.

Longer, perhaps, than he might have thought it would.

Longer than the slipped sands of a lifetime. )


I care to.

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Are you asking now?

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It would appear so.

1/?

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I don't remember when I first found people attractive, instead of just knowing people were attractive. Sometime in my teen years? When teasing everyone became something I could tell meant something different to women and young ladies, mostly, so I had to be more careful and more deliberate. It was fun! But there was something there that'd changed, and changing expectations, and I started reading an assortment of novels that wouldn't have been on the common Gusu Library Shelves, if you know what I mean!

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Those were fun and exciting and also extremely safe and had nothing to do with anyone I actually knew for quite some time, so if any stray ideas came into my head on nights I didn't sleep well, I remembered more of those things when just ignoring things didn't resolve them. Had some interesting dreams, I assume, though I only remember the end result, not the dreaming! I don't miss that.

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Which implies I did remember things, at some point, and mostly that's not true — the few I remember were faceless, shapeless, more impression than anything tangible, and then there were the few with you. What was it, for sure one before you left Gusu or something like that, another one much later, after you visited Yiling. I don't remember actually touching you. In dreams, obviously! And don't take this poorly, but for many reasons, I didn't think about those much at all. I don't know that I even remembered them until lately, and even that's hazy... I don't remember most my dreams, ah?

( the nightmares, he makes himself forget. the nice dreams don't startle him into waking, still fresh on mind. only the dreams of loss did that, and he never recalled those beyond the weight in his chest when waking, and he's not presently talking about those things. nor inclined to, generally. )