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Wei Wuxian | 魏无羡 ([personal profile] singlelogbridge) wrote 2020-12-02 09:50 pm (UTC)

[The touch makes him sob again, and he reaches back with both hands, catching Lan Wangji's arm and holding it there with trembling hands. Unable to conceal his face with both hands occupied holding onto Lan Wangji, he turns his eyes into Lan Wangji's wrist to keep them hidden.

The song hits him then and he goes still, listening to the hauntingly familiar tune. It's a song he's heard before. Sometimes when he wakes from dreams he doesn't remember, he hears it in his head, soft and mournful. It's a beautiful song, unforgettable, and there's a quality to it that hurts, something heart breaking.

He's never known where he'd first heard it. Only that when the world was darkest, when he was alone in the Burial Mounds fighting for his life, it came to him in the quiet like an old friend.

It's feels more like understanding than surprise when he realizes it's Lan Wangji's. (That makes sense, he thinks, of course it is.) His heart aches and he slips off of the cot, going to his knees and hugging Lan Wangji's arm to him in earnest. It's childish and clingy. Inappropriate in so many ways, even if he knows it's nothing to blink at by this world's standards. It's just that...it's just, he needs to hold onto something. He needs to hold onto Lan Wangji.
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