His emotions are starting to run wild as they always do when they're together like this. The ache has been replaced with something else now, equally intense and hard to define. Wei Ying doesn't know what to call this feeling; he never has. If he ever did, he's forgotten the name of it now. As for the feeling that always trails behind it like a poisonous snake, that one Wei Ying knows all too well.
Fear.
For a moment, Wei Ying just buries his face into Lan Zhan's bare shoulder, letting him wash his body where he wishes. Soon, this feeling of weakness will pass. It always does. But for now, he's just going to rest while the water sprays over them both and Lan Zhan takes care of him.
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on 2020-01-29 12:52 pm (UTC)Fear.
For a moment, Wei Ying just buries his face into Lan Zhan's bare shoulder, letting him wash his body where he wishes. Soon, this feeling of weakness will pass. It always does. But for now, he's just going to rest while the water sprays over them both and Lan Zhan takes care of him.
He's just so tired.