And how nice it would have been, to see any of that thigh, but his eyes had been closed and even if they'd been open, his vision would've been blurred. But it was good, in the long run, because Lan Wangji is already busy feeling embarrassed that he is in fact, acting quite shamelessly, knocking Wei Ying to the ground and pressing their bodies together. Twice in one day! The horror!
"My virtue is more intact than my head," he says, as he lets himself lean up against Wei Ying. He tries very hard not to inhale the playful scent of him, tart and sweet and red like waxy apple skins and the wind sweeping through autumn leaves, the crisp light air of a flute. Even if he had not recognized the sound of him, or his mouth, the curve of his hands, the touch of his skin - he would have known immediately if he were close enough, inhaled, and smelled old memories like faded paper restored.
Thankfully, he doesn't seem to have any further injuries, though he is holding on quite tightly in case he should topple again. He doesn't want a repeat of what just happened.
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"My virtue is more intact than my head," he says, as he lets himself lean up against Wei Ying. He tries very hard not to inhale the playful scent of him, tart and sweet and red like waxy apple skins and the wind sweeping through autumn leaves, the crisp light air of a flute. Even if he had not recognized the sound of him, or his mouth, the curve of his hands, the touch of his skin - he would have known immediately if he were close enough, inhaled, and smelled old memories like faded paper restored.
Thankfully, he doesn't seem to have any further injuries, though he is holding on quite tightly in case he should topple again. He doesn't want a repeat of what just happened.