[ his retorts go unspoken, as jiang cheng reverses their positions. his shidi is stronger than he is, these days; his body is toned, trained and older - more so than mo xuanyu's own. wei wuxian spends his time working on improving his physicality, his new core, but there is no routine to his work and he finds it easy to rely on the strengths of his partners. he depends on them in ways he wouldn't have allowed himself to before, and while parts of him dislike it, other parts find solace in being able to fall and to be caught in waiting arms.
sprawled below jiang cheng now, his eyes spark with merriment and his mouth pulls into a small, sly little pout. ]
Not as an object, as a partner.
[ he insists it, his hair in jiang cheng's fist and his hands reaching up to cradle the other's face ]
no subject
sprawled below jiang cheng now, his eyes spark with merriment and his mouth pulls into a small, sly little pout. ]
Not as an object, as a partner.
[ he insists it, his hair in jiang cheng's fist and his hands reaching up to cradle the other's face ]
You're beautiful, Jiang Cheng.