This, [ he says, pressing his fingertips to all the marks along jiang cheng's throat ] is not 'nothing'.
[ wei wuxian's thumbs find the front of jiang cheng's throat, aligning with his fragile windpipe as he rises higher on his toes and maintains his closeness. his insidiousness, slotting himself into jiang cheng's space and jiang cheng's business - especially because that business involves their mutual partner. he's surprised it's taken lan wangji and jiang cheng so long to tumble in together, properly. they are so much alike. it is so hard not to adore them both. ]
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[ wei wuxian's thumbs find the front of jiang cheng's throat, aligning with his fragile windpipe as he rises higher on his toes and maintains his closeness. his insidiousness, slotting himself into jiang cheng's space and jiang cheng's business - especially because that business involves their mutual partner. he's surprised it's taken lan wangji and jiang cheng so long to tumble in together, properly. they are so much alike. it is so hard not to adore them both. ]
Don't you run from me.