[ excuse the language, but fuck all of this. all of it. every surface of it. wei wuxian may not have been lied to directly, but he might as well have been - by everyone, likely including his own brother and sister. what kind of conspiracy is this? why is he undeserving of this knowledge? he loves shijie like nothing else in the world, and it's true that his disdain for the peacock is well-known, but to keep the knowledge that they have a son - did everyone think he wouldn't be happy?
he doesn't matter, in the grand scheme of things. shijie's happiness, on the other hand, means the whole world. no matter where wei wuxian stands, he would never look poorly on the source of it.
wei wuxian doesn't quite rush to where jin ling is, but he does approach with purpose. he takes the scenic route, walking briskly, not trusting himself to ride his sword.
when he finds the young man, wei wuxian seizes him hand to face, taking a good long look at jin ling. the shape of his face. the cut of his jaw. the soft lines of his cheeks, and that red dot on his forehead.
shijie's eyes look up to him, and wei wuxian could cry.
he hasn't forgotten everything else he's been told, and all pieced together, wei wuxian's heart breaks. ]
Who raised you anyway, Jiang Cheng?
[ he's not going to cry. he's going to hug this precious young man with his loud voice and poor temper, and not cry. ]
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he doesn't matter, in the grand scheme of things. shijie's happiness, on the other hand, means the whole world. no matter where wei wuxian stands, he would never look poorly on the source of it.
wei wuxian doesn't quite rush to where jin ling is, but he does approach with purpose. he takes the scenic route, walking briskly, not trusting himself to ride his sword.
when he finds the young man, wei wuxian seizes him hand to face, taking a good long look at jin ling. the shape of his face. the cut of his jaw. the soft lines of his cheeks, and that red dot on his forehead.
shijie's eyes look up to him, and wei wuxian could cry.
he hasn't forgotten everything else he's been told, and all pieced together, wei wuxian's heart breaks. ]
Who raised you anyway, Jiang Cheng?
[ he's not going to cry. he's going to hug this precious young man with his loud voice and poor temper, and not cry. ]