[ no, he says. so simply, as if talking to a child.
jiang cheng's expression stutters, livid white then red then pale again, caught between anger and stunned silence as wei wuxian's weight settles down atop him, as his hands steal from his throat to his hair. creeping like some pale, dead thing his hands are, or at least that is what jiang cheng tells himself, otherwise the shiver that runs the wrong way up his spine would not make sense, amidst the hot flare of annoyance in his veins. ]
I'm not some object to be got, first or otherwise!
[ shameless, he wants to say. awful, terrible, unbelievable in just how brazen he can be. to jiang cheng, he has always been someone who was both transparent and completely unpredictable. jiang cheng could never trust him to do what he was told, yet everything that he did was more unexpected than the last. everything, including being here, standing by him, even after everything.
his hands reach up, finding wei wuxian's face, and it is careful- so unlike his usual self. his fingers skim the reddened mark on his cheek, against the lobes of his ears, and jiang cheng frowns - the corner of his mouth downturned in contrast to the other. for a moment, he almost looks regretful. ]
No.
[ he grips a handful of the other's hair and rolls them over, so that wei wuxian is sprawled half on the bedding and half on floor, and glowers down at him. ]
no subject
jiang cheng's expression stutters, livid white then red then pale again, caught between anger and stunned silence as wei wuxian's weight settles down atop him, as his hands steal from his throat to his hair. creeping like some pale, dead thing his hands are, or at least that is what jiang cheng tells himself, otherwise the shiver that runs the wrong way up his spine would not make sense, amidst the hot flare of annoyance in his veins. ]
I'm not some object to be got, first or otherwise!
[ shameless, he wants to say. awful, terrible, unbelievable in just how brazen he can be. to jiang cheng, he has always been someone who was both transparent and completely unpredictable. jiang cheng could never trust him to do what he was told, yet everything that he did was more unexpected than the last. everything, including being here, standing by him, even after everything.
his hands reach up, finding wei wuxian's face, and it is careful- so unlike his usual self. his fingers skim the reddened mark on his cheek, against the lobes of his ears, and jiang cheng frowns - the corner of his mouth downturned in contrast to the other. for a moment, he almost looks regretful. ]
No.
[ he grips a handful of the other's hair and rolls them over, so that wei wuxian is sprawled half on the bedding and half on floor, and glowers down at him. ]