[ still, wei wuxian does not speak. as though his voice has been stolen along with his joy, war spoils taken by someone who grows less worthy of him by the day. anxiety churns turbulent in jiang cheng's chest at the mute desperation in his brother, unease leaving him pliant in wei wuxian's hands with a growing neediness of his own.
the brush of wei wuxian's lips mapping out his every feature makes his breath stall, leaning into every touch without protest, soaking in the affection like parched earth takes rain.
when wei wuxian stops only to turn back into himself, only for melancholy to settle, to pluck at jiang cheng's clothes in discontent, a low noise of frustration issues from jiang cheng's throat.
enough is enough.
one arm seizing wei wuxian's arm to haul him upright, he grips his brother's face with his free hand to pull him in. ]
You said you would. [ muttering only this in his defense, jiang cheng closes the space between them in a soft kiss, hesitant but warm. ]
[at first, it's soft, unsure - wei wuxian's eyes flutter closed as jiang cheng fumbles through the kiss. his grip if steady, a contrast to the way wei wuxian can feel jiang cheng's lips trembling just the slightest against wei wuxian's own. like a newborn fawn trying to find its legs; precious, young. wei wuxian's hands come up to jiang cheng's wrists, forming loose circles as he steers the kiss into something a little more learned, a little more experienced.
something in the back of wei wuxian's mind tells him, whispers to him, that he should feel guilt. here he is, kissing his own brother - never mind that they're not born of the same blood, that madam yu has made a point to remind them both at every turn that they are not of equal standing, that wei wuxian is an interloper in a lawful family.
but who else does wei wuxian have here? who else is truly his? he tries, and he tries, even pouring out the contents of his heart at others' feet to no avail. and lan zhan's rejections continue to sting, like deep cuts that wei wuxian doesn't know how to cure, or if he wants to.
wei wuxian is desperate to love someone. to be with someone who will see him, and accept him as he is.
he deepens the kiss, hands moving to jiang cheng's neck, shoulders, arms. gasps for air, eyes flickering open, before diving back in again.]
[ wei wuxian can be rash, but jiang cheng has always been clumsy. coarse and graceless in all things, but especially when it comes to matters of the heart. he's always loved wei wuxian in this way, hurting him and desperate for him in the same breath, cutting him down and gripping him close.
but for all of jiang cheng's faults, if being seen and accepted is all wei wuxian seeks, there is no one better suited for wei wuxian is all he sees, all that's ever been in his view. his older brother, his better, the one he's spent his life chasing after. so, too, is there no one he feels more deeply for. jealousy, frustration, resentment, scorn, but love too. love and admiration, love and devotion, love and the silent hope that they will be brothers again in the next life just as wei wuxian says.
jiang cheng feels no conflict as wei wuxian seeks, does not hesitate to give and demand in equal measure. his arms wind around his brother's waist, grip tight and possessive. wei wuxian is his only constant, his north star, the one unbroken promise of his future. that this will always be here for him, his brother forever at his side, that whatever they face in this life they face together.
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the brush of wei wuxian's lips mapping out his every feature makes his breath stall, leaning into every touch without protest, soaking in the affection like parched earth takes rain.
when wei wuxian stops only to turn back into himself, only for melancholy to settle, to pluck at jiang cheng's clothes in discontent, a low noise of frustration issues from jiang cheng's throat.
enough is enough.
one arm seizing wei wuxian's arm to haul him upright, he grips his brother's face with his free hand to pull him in. ]
You said you would. [ muttering only this in his defense, jiang cheng closes the space between them in a soft kiss, hesitant but warm. ]
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something in the back of wei wuxian's mind tells him, whispers to him, that he should feel guilt. here he is, kissing his own brother - never mind that they're not born of the same blood, that madam yu has made a point to remind them both at every turn that they are not of equal standing, that wei wuxian is an interloper in a lawful family.
but who else does wei wuxian have here? who else is truly his? he tries, and he tries, even pouring out the contents of his heart at others' feet to no avail. and lan zhan's rejections continue to sting, like deep cuts that wei wuxian doesn't know how to cure, or if he wants to.
wei wuxian is desperate to love someone. to be with someone who will see him, and accept him as he is.
he deepens the kiss, hands moving to jiang cheng's neck, shoulders, arms. gasps for air, eyes flickering open, before diving back in again.]
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but for all of jiang cheng's faults, if being seen and accepted is all wei wuxian seeks, there is no one better suited for wei wuxian is all he sees, all that's ever been in his view. his older brother, his better, the one he's spent his life chasing after. so, too, is there no one he feels more deeply for. jealousy, frustration, resentment, scorn, but love too. love and admiration, love and devotion, love and the silent hope that they will be brothers again in the next life just as wei wuxian says.
jiang cheng feels no conflict as wei wuxian seeks, does not hesitate to give and demand in equal measure. his arms wind around his brother's waist, grip tight and possessive. wei wuxian is his only constant, his north star, the one unbroken promise of his future. that this will always be here for him, his brother forever at his side, that whatever they face in this life they face together.
no one else has the right to have or hurt him.
wei wuxian is jiang cheng's alone. ]