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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[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.