#chengxian / #xiancheng not so fluff 😗
.
.
.
Two boys sit shoulder to shoulder, their toes grazing the surface of the lake. Their hair unbound, they sunbathe under the warm rays of the sun, drying off the water from their bodies from the dip they had earlier.
.
.
.
Two boys sit shoulder to shoulder, their toes grazing the surface of the lake. Their hair unbound, they sunbathe under the warm rays of the sun, drying off the water from their bodies from the dip they had earlier.
Wei Wuxian loves the calmness of these afternoons, when he can snooze in the warmth of the sun and the comfort of the presence of a loved one.
He wants to lean over and press a kiss onto Jiang Cheng’s soft, plump lips—he has never touched them, but he imagines them to taste sweet, and like a cloud.
Addictive.
Maybe tomorrow.
Addictive.
Maybe tomorrow.
Wei Wuxian sits on a rock overhanging the blood pool in the burial mounds. He closes his eyes, dreaming of two boys in purple, lotus flowers and warm, carefree laughters of children.
Maybe this time, he’ll be brave enough to kiss him.
-end?-
Maybe this time, he’ll be brave enough to kiss him.
-end?-
• • •
Missing some Tweet in this thread? You can try to
force a refresh
