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*seductively crawls out of hell* ([personal profile] laozu) wrote2010-01-01 12:02 am
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[personal profile] sandu 2019-10-25 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ jiang cheng gives a wordless sound, one that he would often used to give in their younger days - one that would tell wei wuxian that he was so entirely done with the conversation on hand. he says that he has not run away, but the truth is that jiang cheng will, and have always, been the more delicate of the two, the one who would turn away at the first sign of any impropriety. ]

Nothing! We are fucking done, I'm not talking about this!
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[personal profile] sandu 2019-10-31 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ jiang cheng draws himself up, feeling the way wei wuxian's hand catches low against his throat, crawling on the bruise-marked skin like some creature from the dark. there is no getting away from his brother, he knows that - dead or alive, wei wuxian manages to be always there, always present like some awful smell, like some ugly scar.

look at me, he seems to say, with the way he presses close and closer into his space until the lines of their bodies meld together into one terrible, mismatched being.

look at me, i am here, i am here.

it is not quite hatred that makes jiang cheng lash out; no, he has made his peace with that long ago, one way or another. it is not hatred which he feels for wei wuxian - but it is something just as hot, just as angry, and he reacts in the only way he knows how, by reaching and slapping the other across the face. ]


I said, [ his words catch in his throat; he breathes fire and lightning and heat that curls on his tongue, acrid smoke and poison. ]

It's nothing.
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[personal profile] sandu 2019-11-01 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ jiang cheng has always lashed out like this; with heat that crawls along his skin, with wei wuxian flitting in and out of his hold like some shadow of a creature that refuses to be caught and held. it is almost a surprise, it comes as almost a shock, then, when his hand meets the cut of wei wuxian's cheekbone, that jiang cheng has on almost a same expression as the other as wei wuxian pulls back; unreadable, a little stricken. ]

I— [ he starts, and the hand that had reached out and struck curls back in on itself, fingers tucking into palm in a gesture that is a little guarded, defensive even though he is the one who had struck the blow.

he looks a little guilty now, a little angry still, the fire flicking in and out of his gaze like an open flame in the wind, and jiang cheng bristles. he bares his teeth in a grimace, ugly-defiant. ]


You deserved that!