[ Recovering after the Sunshot campaign, recovering after the destruction of Yunmeng, had been hard. It had been so hard, but Jiang Cheng had done it, because he had no choice. It had seemed impossible, but he would attempt it, because that was his duty. So what if Wei Wuxian embodied the Jiang more than he did? So what if he would never match the expectations his mother had of him?
He has rebuilt his clan from the ground up, and he is proud of that.
There had never been a moment where he could live for himself, rather than for his clan. To choose what he wanted. To support the Wen Clan, who helped save his life. To save Wen Qing, who had refused him and returned his comb. To protect a-Ling from the horrors of the world and find his happiness instead of his grief. To find his own hopes of love and adoration, taken from him because of the bristly nature he holds on to, even now.
Their foreheads brush, his eyes soften, and he breathes out, filled with more emotion than he has permitted himself since he had fled the temple.
Leaning into the touch, he feels anchored. He feels safe. He feels like he is home. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ Still not his personal name, still not able to do anything except whisper, to smother himself with little huffed breaths as he tilts his head, biting his lip hard and trying to force himself to smother his groans. ]
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He has rebuilt his clan from the ground up, and he is proud of that.
There had never been a moment where he could live for himself, rather than for his clan. To choose what he wanted. To support the Wen Clan, who helped save his life. To save Wen Qing, who had refused him and returned his comb. To protect a-Ling from the horrors of the world and find his happiness instead of his grief. To find his own hopes of love and adoration, taken from him because of the bristly nature he holds on to, even now.
Their foreheads brush, his eyes soften, and he breathes out, filled with more emotion than he has permitted himself since he had fled the temple.
Leaning into the touch, he feels anchored. He feels safe. He feels like he is home. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ Still not his personal name, still not able to do anything except whisper, to smother himself with little huffed breaths as he tilts his head, biting his lip hard and trying to force himself to smother his groans. ]
I - Wei Wuxian...