["Started from a boat crash and now they're here" should be written on their joint tombstone when they get taken out by the meteor.
But of course Lan Wangji pulls him close, even as the magic of the ritual ripples through his body like a shockwave. He's always understood the appeal of the ritual, but before Wei Wuxian, he'd never imagined actually completing it with anyone. Now, when the aftermath leaves a white-hot feeling in his chest, all he can do is wrap his arms around Wei Wuxian, bury his fingers amidst his feathers, and try to hold on.
Wei Wuxian chose him, for this. All the people in the world, and somehow, Wei Wuxian chose him. Lan Wangji would sooner die than make him ever regret this trust. He's never been so sure of anything in his life.
Before he can stop himself, he buries his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian's neck, biting down as gently as he can manage while he's this overwhelmed. (That is, not very.) It doesn't accomplish much, besides giving him a place to mumble all his feelings, which is exactly what he does as he tips them both backwards onto the cushions.]
Love you... Wei Ying, only Wei Ying, always...
[welp there they go come back later MAYBE THEY'LL BE DONE IN TIME TO EAT ALL THIS DAMN FRUIT]
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But of course Lan Wangji pulls him close, even as the magic of the ritual ripples through his body like a shockwave. He's always understood the appeal of the ritual, but before Wei Wuxian, he'd never imagined actually completing it with anyone. Now, when the aftermath leaves a white-hot feeling in his chest, all he can do is wrap his arms around Wei Wuxian, bury his fingers amidst his feathers, and try to hold on.
Wei Wuxian chose him, for this. All the people in the world, and somehow, Wei Wuxian chose him. Lan Wangji would sooner die than make him ever regret this trust. He's never been so sure of anything in his life.
Before he can stop himself, he buries his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian's neck, biting down as gently as he can manage while he's this overwhelmed. (That is, not very.) It doesn't accomplish much, besides giving him a place to mumble all his feelings, which is exactly what he does as he tips them both backwards onto the cushions.]
Love you... Wei Ying, only Wei Ying, always...
[welp there they go come back later MAYBE THEY'LL BE DONE IN TIME TO EAT ALL THIS DAMN FRUIT]