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[ of course it’s a dog, what else would wei ying be so terrified about ? lan zhan’s name is practically screamed out from his lungs, while his husband runs to find safety behind him. an arm is held out, robes covering where wei ying stands so the wild dog is out of sight, before a single warning slice of bichen cutting the grass with pinpoint precision sends the animal cowering away. sword sheathed, his arm lowers, but he finds wei ying has taken to clinging to his back instead, face in his robes. ] .. gone, wei ying.
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@CURSIOS [ as much as lan zhan wants to tell him he doesn’t need to fear the animal, it will likely be futile. this has been a fear of wei ying’s throughout his previous life and even into his current one that he lives. turning when the pristine fabric slides from his fingertips, a hand comes up to cup his cheek, concern evident of his features. being not able to tell if wei ying’s has noticed his own trembling, the way his fists clench again into lan zhan’s robes, the unshed tears, his petrification— ] wei ying, it has fled ..it will not harm you. i am here.
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@hanguanji ⠀ ╱ ﹫ LAN ZHAN : [ /gone/, he hears, and yet wei ying still hides, full fistfuls of lan zhan’s robes and face hidden within it’s fabrics. he cannot breathe. some days, when his fear comes rushing back into his body at the sound of a bark, he is sent back to his time on the streets all those years ago. how the packs of ferocious dogs were the kings of the streets, high above everyone and everything else, too of the food change. how, if wei ying tried to eat something that was there’s, he would be chased down and bitten into, their teeth digging into all parts of his flesh they could reach; his legs, arms, fingers. the list goes on. today is one of those days. he feels ridiculous— stupid, even— as he acts like a pathetic child in the face of someone’s pet, but he cannot swallow the lump in his throat nor the constant nagging sense of danger, still not put out by lan zhan’s warmth. ]
