[ He says all these things, and he doesn't know what they do to Lan Wangji's poor heart. He had done every little thing that Wei Ying had asked for. He would spoil him rotten, if only he would allow it to happen. His absence had torn a hole in Lan Wangji's heart, and all manners of small gifts and acts of service are in part, a way in hopes of putting it back together piece by piece.
When he looks up at Wei Ying, there's a brief flash of pain in his eyes, that whatever he does, it won't be enough. He could move mountains, drain the sea, hang the moon, and still would it be enough? Would Wei Ying know how much he is worth to Lan Wangji?
In a second, it is gone, replaced by his usual reflections of smooth, polished jade. ]
I have simple wants.
[ Which is mostly true, but honestly at the moment the only thing he really wants is something he is not selfish enough to claim. Wei Ying is standing so close now, towel slung on his tiny waist, drawing Lan Wangji imperceptibly closer.
They are so close, and Wei Ying has such a playful expression on his face, innocent, almost childlike. He places his full trust in Lan Wangji, and here he is, thinking about his mouth.
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When he looks up at Wei Ying, there's a brief flash of pain in his eyes, that whatever he does, it won't be enough. He could move mountains, drain the sea, hang the moon, and still would it be enough? Would Wei Ying know how much he is worth to Lan Wangji?
In a second, it is gone, replaced by his usual reflections of smooth, polished jade. ]
I have simple wants.
[ Which is mostly true, but honestly at the moment the only thing he really wants is something he is not selfish enough to claim. Wei Ying is standing so close now, towel slung on his tiny waist, drawing Lan Wangji imperceptibly closer.
They are so close, and Wei Ying has such a playful expression on his face, innocent, almost childlike. He places his full trust in Lan Wangji, and here he is, thinking about his mouth.
He clears his throat. ]
As long as Wei Ying is satisfied.