[ He is sick of seclusion. It was necessary for a time to grieve the man he thought he knew, and to come to terms with the monster who manipulated him. While Wangji was very responsible and took on the role of Chief Cultivator during this time, as Xichen emerged from his self-imposed exile from the world it became clear that things were not running as smoothly as he was led to believe, largely because the majority of Wangji's interests were not consumed by the rest of the world but by the inevitable return of one loud, spirited young man. One of the first things that happened when Xichen re-entered the world was to accept the title from his little brother who could not literally move fast enough to meet Wei Wuxian up the mountain at the jingshi. That was last month. Ever since, Xichen has been corresponding with the other sects as he re-immerses himself in the living world. Politics are not the only thing to slide back his way, interspersed with proposals from the families of eligible young ladies, and he is ... tired of pretending not to want other things. Perhaps, he sometimes reasons, if he had been more forward with Jin Guangyao, he could have tempered him with distraction, not only that but if he is working hard for the benefit of others he feels mildly entitled to enjoy himself in private, First Jade of Lan or not (is it selfish of him? He cannot begin to care, patience worn down by the pain of the past). So, when he passes by an enigmatic young man at a gathering, a vision in pink corralled from behind by rich red maple trees, Xichen opts for boldness and it gets him farther than he anticipated.
Cloud Recesses is peaceful like an open temple, it swells with the cool air from tall trees and any disturbance is noted by its denizens. He hears footsteps before he turns with a smile to see Wen Kexing there, tossing out poetry like he breathes it, and when a fan teasingly rests against his chin Xichen traces the line of it down to a wrist where his thumb finds a pulse. He holds on, gentle but firm as he steps in closer, peering down at Wen Kexing with a fondness he isn't sure he could stifle if he tried, and returns the touch by brushing curled fingers along a fine jaw, warm despite the seasonal chill in the air around them. ]
'If I am being honest / I am suffocated by my blush / I am speechless when I see you / It is much too obvious.'
[ With his eyes crinkling as his smile widens, he leans down in agreement that they will indeed get to do all sorts of things together and kisses him softly, slowly like a reward for scaling the mountain, a wordless Hello of lips. ]
Come inside so that I might warm you up then, beautiful.
wifedup; blue dragon courts pink maple ❄️🌸
[ He is sick of seclusion. It was necessary for a time to grieve the man he thought he knew, and to come to terms with the monster who manipulated him. While Wangji was very responsible and took on the role of Chief Cultivator during this time, as Xichen emerged from his self-imposed exile from the world it became clear that things were not running as smoothly as he was led to believe, largely because the majority of Wangji's interests were not consumed by the rest of the world but by the inevitable return of one loud, spirited young man. One of the first things that happened when Xichen re-entered the world was to accept the title from his little brother who could not literally move fast enough to meet Wei Wuxian up the mountain at the jingshi. That was last month. Ever since, Xichen has been corresponding with the other sects as he re-immerses himself in the living world. Politics are not the only thing to slide back his way, interspersed with proposals from the families of eligible young ladies, and he is ... tired of pretending not to want other things. Perhaps, he sometimes reasons, if he had been more forward with Jin Guangyao, he could have tempered him with distraction, not only that but if he is working hard for the benefit of others he feels mildly entitled to enjoy himself in private, First Jade of Lan or not (is it selfish of him? He cannot begin to care, patience worn down by the pain of the past). So, when he passes by an enigmatic young man at a gathering, a vision in pink corralled from behind by rich red maple trees, Xichen opts for boldness and it gets him farther than he anticipated.
Cloud Recesses is peaceful like an open temple, it swells with the cool air from tall trees and any disturbance is noted by its denizens. He hears footsteps before he turns with a smile to see Wen Kexing there, tossing out poetry like he breathes it, and when a fan teasingly rests against his chin Xichen traces the line of it down to a wrist where his thumb finds a pulse. He holds on, gentle but firm as he steps in closer, peering down at Wen Kexing with a fondness he isn't sure he could stifle if he tried, and returns the touch by brushing curled fingers along a fine jaw, warm despite the seasonal chill in the air around them. ]
'If I am being honest / I am suffocated by my blush / I am speechless when I see you / It is much too obvious.'
[ With his eyes crinkling as his smile widens, he leans down in agreement that they will indeed get to do all sorts of things together and kisses him softly, slowly like a reward for scaling the mountain, a wordless Hello of lips. ]
Come inside so that I might warm you up then, beautiful.