Wei Ying has been gone for...a few years. Longer than Lan Wangji ever thought he actually would be, and that's with his daily searches and playing Inquiry. Nothing. Lan Sizhui is the last he has of the other half of his soul, and is growing well and he feels a little less guilty for leaving the boy in the Cloud Recesses with his brother and uncle while he leaves for Night Hunts and his personal searching.
How he ended up drinking with Nie Huaisang, of all people, he'd blame on the man being an old friend of Wei Ying's. How he ended up sharing the other man's bed...? And waking still thoroughly entwined with the smaller man?
That...he shies to even think on. He tries not to wake Huaisang as he breathes through his intense embarrassment and free himself to begin the day as he usually does.
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How he ended up drinking with Nie Huaisang, of all people, he'd blame on the man being an old friend of Wei Ying's. How he ended up sharing the other man's bed...? And waking still thoroughly entwined with the smaller man?
That...he shies to even think on. He tries not to wake Huaisang as he breathes through his intense embarrassment and free himself to begin the day as he usually does.
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