You're so mean! Don't be so quick to anger! You jerk! Passionless asshole!
[ clutching jiang cheng's shoulders as he is, he's able to rattle him a little. shaking him lightly as though trying to shake the attitude right out of his shidi and leave him soft and pliant, the way he had nearly become the night the three of them had finally, shyly come together. the expression on jiang cheng's face is one he's come to know intimately, and it's the one that leads him to release his shoulders and shove a finger between his eyebrows, right against the wrinkle that forms in the skin when jiang cheng scowls. the scowl, of course, is his mother's blood within him. but the way his eyes flash, lightning hot -- wei wuxian has seen that in jiang fengmian's eyes, too.
the other hand plants itself along jiang cheng's sternum, fingers pressed into the valley between his chest as wei wuxian spins himself to become another object in jiang cheng's way. he is incessant, relentless. now, because jiang cheng's temper is rising, because he can see the heat curling along his throat. he knows it will rise to the hollows behind his ears before it colors his face, and he knows how pretty jiang cheng's cheeks will become when they redden -- it doesn't matter if it's with fury or otherwise. facing jiang cheng, he's able to look upon him better - he's able to see. ]
Oh my, [ and both hands part the collar of his shirt, hauling it apart to bear witness to the mottled marks along his throat: ] I take it back. Not passionless at all.
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[ clutching jiang cheng's shoulders as he is, he's able to rattle him a little. shaking him lightly as though trying to shake the attitude right out of his shidi and leave him soft and pliant, the way he had nearly become the night the three of them had finally, shyly come together. the expression on jiang cheng's face is one he's come to know intimately, and it's the one that leads him to release his shoulders and shove a finger between his eyebrows, right against the wrinkle that forms in the skin when jiang cheng scowls. the scowl, of course, is his mother's blood within him. but the way his eyes flash, lightning hot -- wei wuxian has seen that in jiang fengmian's eyes, too.
the other hand plants itself along jiang cheng's sternum, fingers pressed into the valley between his chest as wei wuxian spins himself to become another object in jiang cheng's way. he is incessant, relentless. now, because jiang cheng's temper is rising, because he can see the heat curling along his throat. he knows it will rise to the hollows behind his ears before it colors his face, and he knows how pretty jiang cheng's cheeks will become when they redden -- it doesn't matter if it's with fury or otherwise. facing jiang cheng, he's able to look upon him better - he's able to see. ]
Oh my, [ and both hands part the collar of his shirt, hauling it apart to bear witness to the mottled marks along his throat: ] I take it back. Not passionless at all.