[ there is an automaticity in this, the way that lan wangji gives.
he gives without thinking, without pause of it. he gives in this moment, because wei wuxian makes it simple to give, makes it easy to give. wei wuxian's desires laid plain to him, his kisses pressed against his skin— lan wangji's arms are already about him, before he ever makes move to ask for it. and as wei wuxian settles into the space that was always his, lan wangji holds quiet the secrets that need leave his tongue.
for a moment. ]
Mn, [ he echoes, as sincere as it is soft. like this, the faint hint of a smile is felt more against the skin— in the paleness of his eyes, the lan wangji tips his head. the way that lan wangji takes chances to press kisses once to wei wuxian's temple, the bright corners of wei wuxian's mouth, the softened angle of his jaw. ] I am holding you.
[ and so he is. he stabilizes wei wuxian as much as wei wuxian stabilizes himself with the press of hands against lan wangji's hips. and still, he thinks the better of letting wei wuxian squirm upon him. in increments, he pulls wei wuxian in. he holds him closely, as close as he knows wei wuxian wishes always to be held. and though it takes time for lan wangji to continue, he knows. he knows, because wei wuxian too had made it clearest to him.
he knows what it is to lose a child, wei wuxian had said.
lan wangji takes a breath. ]
Lan Sizhui, [ he starts, his hands pressing a bit closer. a bit closer, and then quieter than before. ] His birth name is "Yuan."
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he gives without thinking, without pause of it. he gives in this moment, because wei wuxian makes it simple to give, makes it easy to give. wei wuxian's desires laid plain to him, his kisses pressed against his skin— lan wangji's arms are already about him, before he ever makes move to ask for it. and as wei wuxian settles into the space that was always his, lan wangji holds quiet the secrets that need leave his tongue.
for a moment. ]
Mn, [ he echoes, as sincere as it is soft. like this, the faint hint of a smile is felt more against the skin— in the paleness of his eyes, the lan wangji tips his head. the way that lan wangji takes chances to press kisses once to wei wuxian's temple, the bright corners of wei wuxian's mouth, the softened angle of his jaw. ] I am holding you.
[ and so he is. he stabilizes wei wuxian as much as wei wuxian stabilizes himself with the press of hands against lan wangji's hips. and still, he thinks the better of letting wei wuxian squirm upon him. in increments, he pulls wei wuxian in. he holds him closely, as close as he knows wei wuxian wishes always to be held. and though it takes time for lan wangji to continue, he knows. he knows, because wei wuxian too had made it clearest to him.
he knows what it is to lose a child, wei wuxian had said.
lan wangji takes a breath. ]
Lan Sizhui, [ he starts, his hands pressing a bit closer. a bit closer, and then quieter than before. ] His birth name is "Yuan."
[ he is yours, as much as he is mine. ]