[late at night. a sound, a scrape of an opening door. wei wuxian's weight, dipping the mattress. warmth follows; arms wrapped tight around jiang cheng's middle.
a small pained sound.
wetness soaking on jiang cheng's collar.
wei wuxian cries on his brother's shoulder, in lieu of sleeping.]
[ jiang cheng stirs to sounds of grief, cold damp rousing him to sharp awareness. wei wuxian takes but a moment to identify, even shrouded by dark and sleep-haze. brow furrowed, his arm slips around wei wuxian's middle, contrast to all the nights he never could in yiling. he remembers well lying awake, too beset with his own grief to be of any use at all. but now is not then, and jiang cheng's heart—and all the love therein—holds wei wuxian alone in its sights.
there is no one else here, no family, no friends. only them, only this.
jiang cheng finds it's all he needs.
he pulls his brother closer, sighing out his breath. ]
...at this rate I'm just going to have to kill him, [ he murmurs low, for who else could hurt wei wuxian in this way? ]
Don't kill him, [wei wuxian plead, voice gone watery as he holds on to jiang cheng, fingers catching on the other's clothes in a push-pull rhythm.] It's my fault this time, anyway.
[it's not a difficult admission to make; wei wuxian has always been reasonably self-aware, and he recognizes his fault in what had transpired not even a day ago. he felt foolish, all the same; he had hopes of a pleasant outing, of sharing drinks and conversation, not expecting that his careless mouth would lead them to— well, that.
he dies alone. were it anyone else telling him this, wei wuxian is sure he'd handle it fairly well. but to hear it from lan zhan - his first love, dead at his feet before it ever had a chance - was to have his heart broken before he even had a chance to nurture it.]
Jiang Cheng, we'll always be family, right? We'll always have each other?
[ Jiang Cheng doesn't really know what to say at the claim this is Wei Wuxian's fault. He reflexively dislikes the notion, wanting to defend the idea that Wei Wuxian could be in the wrong with the insufferable, inflexible, and often outright inexplicable Lan Wangji. But then he, Jiang Cheng, is also constantly blaming Wei Wuxian for things so he holds his tongue, brow furrowing deeper as he continues to hold his brother close. ]
Aren't you the one always saying you want to be brothers in the next life? [ Jiang Cheng mutters this in a huff, cheeks coloring as he shrinks into their embrace like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell. He hates these talks. He hates admitting to things that will kill him to remember speaking in the light of day. But Wei Wuxian is upset, and Jiang Cheng is ruffled and defensive, and the words come out in spite of his best efforts to hold them back. ]
I haven't told you off yet, have I? [ Except for all the times he did. But that was all just regular complaining. Wei Wuxian should know the difference. ] And how am I supposed to run this sect without you? Why are you asking? Are you going to run off on me with Lan Wangji?
[ He knows that's not the case, but this is the only way he knows getting around to the point he wants to make. ] Tell him to get fucked. You're my sworn brother first. He can have whatever time is left over if he's good to you.
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a small pained sound.
wetness soaking on jiang cheng's collar.
wei wuxian cries on his brother's shoulder, in lieu of sleeping.]
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there is no one else here, no family, no friends. only them, only this.
jiang cheng finds it's all he needs.
he pulls his brother closer, sighing out his breath. ]
...at this rate I'm just going to have to kill him, [ he murmurs low, for who else could hurt wei wuxian in this way? ]
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[it's not a difficult admission to make; wei wuxian has always been reasonably self-aware, and he recognizes his fault in what had transpired not even a day ago. he felt foolish, all the same; he had hopes of a pleasant outing, of sharing drinks and conversation, not expecting that his careless mouth would lead them to— well, that.
he dies alone. were it anyone else telling him this, wei wuxian is sure he'd handle it fairly well. but to hear it from lan zhan - his first love, dead at his feet before it ever had a chance - was to have his heart broken before he even had a chance to nurture it.]
Jiang Cheng, we'll always be family, right? We'll always have each other?
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Aren't you the one always saying you want to be brothers in the next life? [ Jiang Cheng mutters this in a huff, cheeks coloring as he shrinks into their embrace like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell. He hates these talks. He hates admitting to things that will kill him to remember speaking in the light of day. But Wei Wuxian is upset, and Jiang Cheng is ruffled and defensive, and the words come out in spite of his best efforts to hold them back. ]
I haven't told you off yet, have I? [ Except for all the times he did. But that was all just regular complaining. Wei Wuxian should know the difference. ] And how am I supposed to run this sect without you? Why are you asking? Are you going to run off on me with Lan Wangji?
[ He knows that's not the case, but this is the only way he knows getting around to the point he wants to make. ] Tell him to get fucked. You're my sworn brother first. He can have whatever time is left over if he's good to you.