Winter Solstice gift for @rinamyeon!
I really hope you like this....
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song of...
Ten years, dead and living dim and drawn apart
Freezing hands glid over the guqin like a ghost’s, shivering and so pale that they might as well be dead; Lan Wangji, however, was still alive, if one could describe his condition as living. Normally, Lan Xichen would try to coax his brother into resting his chapped and icy hands, into drinking some tea and soup, into catching a few hours of rest that would only turn into sleep when his body shut off because he had been awake for so long. But tonight, even his best efforts were futile. The worst thing about this was that Lan Xichen had known that it was coming. The yearly repetition of the day of Wei Wuxian’s fall was never easy on his brother, but the ten year mark had affected him even worse.
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