๏ผ he can't help it. the word, singular as it may be, earns a soft laugh. itachi leans in, and kisses the bridge of his nose in a way that's almost playful. or, as playful as he ever is. ๏ผ
You're not the only one who does independent research [he quips back, clearly pleased with himself, and nosing forward to trail kisses along Itachi's jawline.
Between kisses, he manages] You're not getting your blanket back. It lives here now.
๏ผ the laugh that follows is almost helpless, muffled as he turns against the man's bare shoulder. ๏ผ
Keep it.
๏ผ it's said softly. thoughtfully. ๏ผ
Perhaps its captivity will impel me to spend more time here as well.
๏ผ he isn't interested in giving up his space. he prefers his privacy too much, and wei ying's room is... loud. in both demeanor and decoration. nor would he expect the man could leave these quarters that have preserved gwen's memory so perfectly. but... timeshare he can do. that is simple enough. ๏ผ
It better. [He knows the smile on his face entirely undercuts the feigned threat, but he can't help it. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he'd felt like his world had caved in, and now his heart is full. Maybe even fuller than it was before Itachi left.
Itachi's laughter rings in his ears and Wei Wuxian's heart stutters in his chest, caught on the carefree sound.
It was worth every moment of sorrow to hear it now.
For a long while, he remains on Itachi's chest, alternating between sweet mumbled conversation and stretches of companionable silence that grow longer with every pass. As it turns out, he hadn't slept enough to make up for his lack, and eventually he drifts off right where he is with the steady rhythm of Itachi's breathing lulling him into the deep.]
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That was not one I taught you.
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Between kisses, he manages] You're not getting your blanket back. It lives here now.
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Keep it.
๏ผ it's said softly. thoughtfully. ๏ผ
Perhaps its captivity will impel me to spend more time here as well.
๏ผ he isn't interested in giving up his space. he prefers his privacy too much, and wei ying's room is... loud. in both demeanor and decoration. nor would he expect the man could leave these quarters that have preserved gwen's memory so perfectly. but... timeshare he can do. that is simple enough. ๏ผ
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Itachi's laughter rings in his ears and Wei Wuxian's heart stutters in his chest, caught on the carefree sound.
It was worth every moment of sorrow to hear it now.
For a long while, he remains on Itachi's chest, alternating between sweet mumbled conversation and stretches of companionable silence that grow longer with every pass. As it turns out, he hadn't slept enough to make up for his lack, and eventually he drifts off right where he is with the steady rhythm of Itachi's breathing lulling him into the deep.]