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#so heres an ode to lwj losing himself in wwx as he deserves to
ceru-draws · 2 years
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Lan Wangji– known for his preferential frosty blue white outer robes– wears silky under robes of the deepest sapphire sewn with shimmering lilac threads, visible only to his husband as he unwraps himself of his mantle at days end and melts into warm embraces and gentle kisses.
Sinking into this place of warmth bordered within strong arms, nothing remains of the day's cold, cold austerity and icy platitudes. Honey-sweet words flow from sweeter lips that burn as they reach flushed ears, "my dear, my gentian, so perfect for me."
Gooseflesh and heady gazes, sinking deeper, rising higher, a rabbit-quick heart seeping out through every rib. The sun has long since set, yet of all the wonderous things here it remains, above & around him, a bright light warming him to his core and every inch of skin.
Floating, drifting and still warm, so warm, still held close and holding closer a love so resounding in this moment it defines him. You are safe, I'm here, I've got you, that love says. And he is content to remain exactly as he is, sapphire blue intermingled with vermilion.
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