[ Slow down, slow down, Wei Wuxian says, as if that is something that has ever been possible for Jiang Cheng. It has felt as if his entire life has been a race, trying to catch up to an impossible goal and prove himself to a world that doesn't really care about him in comparison to another. He only mattered due to a circumstance of birth, and his isolation in his older years has only highlighted that.
The notion of slowing, of calming, of resisting what is being offered now it is being dangled in front of him feels impossible, and he huffs a little noise, annoyed, frustrated.
I'm not going anywhere.
He's heard that before.
It feels more real now that he's anchored at the moment, arm wrapping around his brother to hold him close as he pushes up into the kiss, surges into it, gripping at whatever part of Wei Wuxian he can reach as he makes a soft noise of pleasure, of excitement, the newness and the thrill flooding him and making him melt. ]
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The notion of slowing, of calming, of resisting what is being offered now it is being dangled in front of him feels impossible, and he huffs a little noise, annoyed, frustrated.
I'm not going anywhere.
He's heard that before.
It feels more real now that he's anchored at the moment, arm wrapping around his brother to hold him close as he pushes up into the kiss, surges into it, gripping at whatever part of Wei Wuxian he can reach as he makes a soft noise of pleasure, of excitement, the newness and the thrill flooding him and making him melt. ]