#(... lol)

Very, VERY experimental ft. Been some time since I last draw Vulcānus, isn't it?

The last few times they've seen each other, Wei Wuxian had his silent guardian loom over, a wordless observer, his watchful keeper who never insisted of staying too close yet never dared to leave his husband's side, as if the mere idea of Jiang Wanyin would reopen every wound of old. He'd try to reason with it and fail, understanding sitting heavy in his chest as he allowed it every time, but they're alone today, of all days, and he chokes on a breathless laugh, eyes aflame. ❝ Found it, ❞ Wei Wuxian echoes, barely amused. Right. It's been an uphill battle for too long. Fingers tighten around the bell, around the hand caught in his own for a brief moment. He craves to attempt the impossible again, wherever his home might be he would never be anything but a wanderer. Him, a married man, a breaker of promises. ❝ Jiang Cheng– ❞ he doesn't think, nor does he wish to ponder the consequences. He does what he's always done — and smiles, that broken little smile that reaches his eyes and brings the shining of tears to light, and then, arms snake around his shidi's stiff, slumped shoulders. The embrace isn't tentative or careful, he rushes into it as he always did, as Jiang Cheng once did too, for the first time in three months, and it lets him breathe again when the world stops spinning. Maybe he never wished to grow up, never learned how to. Maybe clinging to the warmth of old memories is the only thing he knows. He's already apologized a thousand times before, gone half of this new life expecting a punch. Not today. ❝ Thank you. ❞

I need to draw these OCs more, they (quite literally) live in head rent free 24/7.

Me knowing the same characters will have an angst fest another day: FUCK