#prismaris

“Lan Zhan?” His voice was barely a whisper, an attempt not to wake up the others in the rooms around them. “Lan Zhan?” More insistent this time, even though Wei Wuxian knew it was the hours that he would be sleeping. “Lan Zhan, are you asleep?” Rhetorical question, he could tell by the steady rise and fall of his chest that he had been deep in slumber before the interruptions. “I need you to wake up; I want you to see something.” There was an urgency in his voice, a child-like quality that made it impossible to temper his excitement.

  ⚍☯⚎ The changes in him had felt like subtle things, the culmination of months of time spent with his new companion learning and developing ties between them. It had been a slow blossoming within him, bit by bit, and so when he was accosted by his uncle so suddenly it was a blindside he had not at all expected.

  He might should have noted how drastic a difference it may seem to those who spent so little time around him — who saw him once a month or so in passing and noted the changes only in leaps. The denizens of the Heavenly Realm were exactly these sorts of people, not bothering to venture into his corner of ‘paradise’ often, leaving the quiet eldest son to his stars and his chess.

  Was it really that noticeable, though? Considering how heavy gravity felt on his features following the surprise appearance he guessed his expression must have been weightless, lips curled into an absent smile where so often they were stoic or pensive.

  He stiffened when jostled, feeling the heat curl at his cheeks as his Uncle accused him of infatuation, a small shock of panic gripping his gut. He was betrothed, but his betrothed was not the one who influenced such mindless expressions his uncle had observed — and clever fox that he was he knew well enough there was not so much changed between he and Jin Mi to warrant daydreams and wistful sighs. She saved those for his brother, and he for a man by the river that none topside knew about just yet. . .

@prismaris​​ asked   :    ‘  not  all  magical  stories  happen  in  castles,  or  cottages  in  the  wood.  ’ ( nyx @ jgy )  -   mermaids, masquerades & magic (ACCEPTING)

He brings both hands together and inclines in a half bow to acknowledge the goddess, unfaultable in his grace despite his visible weariness. The young god recognizes the other.  “...Spring is much welcomed here,” Finds himself saying, swallowing thickly, and throat suddenly dry upon thinking of the the trips he has been making to borrow rain from Yushi. “Would you come have a cup of tea?” He doesn’t know what the news is in heaven, nor has he really stopped and thought of that life much since the war began. He had almost forgotten and yet was painfully aware at once that he was a heaven-appointed official.

it is strange, looking back, that he could have been missed. dangerous and overeager and too much to handle. when he went searching for his own space in the world li yiran had not expected anyone to notice his absence except in quiet thanks. jiang li was reserved and elegant and intelligent, talented and often forced to clean up the destruction he never meant to cause. li yiran had loved him then in the way children love but as far as he had known they had never even really been friends. he had never really had friends, as a rule.

here, he curls against him with pounding heart and a constriction of the throat and chest. there is no reason to shed tears for this when it has long since passed. there is grief, though, over the companionship they each could have shared all along. over the horrors they have both borne. what if he had stayed ? would things be different ? there is no way to know and wondering only makes it ache deeper.

@prismaris​ said, “anything  you  want .” ( xw & mxy )

“Does A-Wei promise?”

There’s a tone of hope in his voice that he tries to hide— Jinse has the nagging feeling that he’s very used to being disappointed. Perhaps it stems from whatever his life was like before Madam Zhao found him. Regardless, this tiny seed of doubt is ridiculous; he knows well enough how good Xiangwei is to him, has been to him this entire time. The snake has no doubt spent a small fortune to see him nearly every night. Jinse is beyond flattered, he’s endeared.