[he misses a lot of things - he misses the salt-sting of yunmeng's air, seawater finding its way into the rivers, and he misses the hustle and bustle of its cobbled streets, boots and horse shoes clacking on the stones and bricks lining the streets. he misses the warmth of the pavilion's halls, the delicate paper paneling of the doors, the sheer silk curtains that caress the windows with every breeze that whistles through their home.
wei wuxian misses home.
but jiang cheng is right; this is home too. the beating of jiang cheng's heart against wei wuxian's cheek is the song of his own heart, and its rhythm a warm embrace that's as precious as the finest notes played on ivory or jade. home doesn't have to be anchored to any one place, even if sentiment wars against the very thought. home can be in each other, in each touch, in each word spoken with sincerity.
he's glad jiang cheng is here with him. selfish, he knows. but this way wei wuxian needn't wonder if his brother is safe, if he's eating properly, if he's admitting to the limits of his body.]
We're gonna have to redecorate this place. It's too... ugly.
[ Jiang Cheng agrees that with a quiet sigh, folding an arm around Wei Wuxian as they lay there entangled, the increasingly familiar thrum of Chroma a pleasant warmth between them. ]
I'm sure A-Jie will get here eventually. It's our job to make things nice before she does. We can't have her coming in and see that we live like this.
[ Cracking a smile at the thought of it, of Yanli walking in to see her boys as they've always been, an impossible mess without her fortifying presence, Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian a squeeze as he gazes up at the ceiling. ]
...well, I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised even if she did. But let's do better for her. Let's work hard and give her a place to come home to.
We'll have to clean. We'll have to take down the ugly decorations and replace them with better ones. And... kitchen things for shijie. Only the best for her, when she gets here.
[ they can do this. they can build a new home, however temporary, and make a place for themselves here. carve out a niche for the yunmeng jiang, establish the sect in spirit if not strictly in name. jiang cheng has wei wuxian, and wei wuxian has jiang cheng.
they'll be unstoppable.
wei wuxian folds his arms over jiang cheng's chest, peers up at his brother's face with a moue on his expression. ]
We'll always be together. No matter what happens. Don't forget, okay?
A clay soup pot, the kind she likes... You can paint the outside for her. She'd like that.
[ Musing this idly, Jiang Cheng brings his other arm around Wei Wuxian as well, to keep the stupid, clumsy oaf from falling. That's all.
At that last reminder, he blinks and peers down in turn, nose wrinkling slightly at how close their faces are, close enough that his brother appears slightly out of focus. Sighing, he strokes a hand over Wei Wuxian's head the way Yanli would were she only here, trying to be patient with him. ]
Of course. Don't be stupid. You're the one who went missing on me for months. I'm not going anywhere.
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[he misses a lot of things - he misses the salt-sting of yunmeng's air, seawater finding its way into the rivers, and he misses the hustle and bustle of its cobbled streets, boots and horse shoes clacking on the stones and bricks lining the streets. he misses the warmth of the pavilion's halls, the delicate paper paneling of the doors, the sheer silk curtains that caress the windows with every breeze that whistles through their home.
wei wuxian misses home.
but jiang cheng is right; this is home too. the beating of jiang cheng's heart against wei wuxian's cheek is the song of his own heart, and its rhythm a warm embrace that's as precious as the finest notes played on ivory or jade. home doesn't have to be anchored to any one place, even if sentiment wars against the very thought. home can be in each other, in each touch, in each word spoken with sincerity.
he's glad jiang cheng is here with him. selfish, he knows. but this way wei wuxian needn't wonder if his brother is safe, if he's eating properly, if he's admitting to the limits of his body.]
We're gonna have to redecorate this place. It's too... ugly.
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[ Jiang Cheng agrees that with a quiet sigh, folding an arm around Wei Wuxian as they lay there entangled, the increasingly familiar thrum of Chroma a pleasant warmth between them. ]
I'm sure A-Jie will get here eventually. It's our job to make things nice before she does. We can't have her coming in and see that we live like this.
[ Cracking a smile at the thought of it, of Yanli walking in to see her boys as they've always been, an impossible mess without her fortifying presence, Jiang Cheng gives Wei Wuxian a squeeze as he gazes up at the ceiling. ]
...well, I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised even if she did. But let's do better for her. Let's work hard and give her a place to come home to.
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[ they can do this. they can build a new home, however temporary, and make a place for themselves here. carve out a niche for the yunmeng jiang, establish the sect in spirit if not strictly in name. jiang cheng has wei wuxian, and wei wuxian has jiang cheng.
they'll be unstoppable.
wei wuxian folds his arms over jiang cheng's chest, peers up at his brother's face with a moue on his expression. ]
We'll always be together. No matter what happens. Don't forget, okay?
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[ Musing this idly, Jiang Cheng brings his other arm around Wei Wuxian as well, to keep the stupid, clumsy oaf from falling. That's all.
At that last reminder, he blinks and peers down in turn, nose wrinkling slightly at how close their faces are, close enough that his brother appears slightly out of focus. Sighing, he strokes a hand over Wei Wuxian's head the way Yanli would were she only here, trying to be patient with him. ]
Of course. Don't be stupid. You're the one who went missing on me for months. I'm not going anywhere.