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l  -  lan  zhan,  *  after  having  run  off  for  nearly  an  hour  during  the  festival,  it  was  odd  for  wei  wuxian  to  suddenly  reappear  at  the  taller  males  side  —  let  alone  for  him  to  do  so  while  pale-faced  and  shaking,  lithe  fingers  clinging  tightly  to  the  white  and  blue  robes,  as  if  he'd  just  witnessed  a  feral  ghoul  devour  someone  piece  by  piece  before  him.  a  nervous  laugh  echoes  from  his  throat  (  &  are  those  tears  gleaming  in  his  eyes?  )  as  he  uses  his  fellow  disciple  as  a  sort  of  human  shield,  a  shaking  finger  moving  to  point  towards  the  smal,  fluffy  figure,  no  bigger  than  two  handfuls,  poised  carefully  in  front  of  them,  tail  wagging  furiously  and  tongue  lolled  out  in  pure  excitement  *  i  -  it  started  chasing  me,  and,  uh —  just  —  just  look  at  it!  i  think  it  wants  to  EAT  me!

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The FINAL EPISODE HURT LIKE A BITCH]

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            Lowkey Wei Wuxian total switch energy]
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෴ .⠀ @FOXBITES- ⠀ ▏⠀' ＆
            
            /⠀⠀who's the top   ,,    pls share ur knowledge
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            when you lowkey- know who’s top in the relationship-]
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ㅤㅤPANIC. 
          
          ㅤㅤwei wuxian was CHOKING on it;  the feeling had stuffed down his throat,  tightening his chest,  restricting his breath.  it clouded his mind,  hazed his thoughts with a fine mist that refused to fade.  the sickening,  metallic scent of blood clogged his noise,  coated his throat,  and he had to fight the urge to  /  retch /  the bitter taste up,  over and over again.  the crimson on his tongue wangji's.  all wangji's.  it had spattered across his face when the sword he had so valiantly stepped in front of,  all to protect wei,  / pierced /  his chest  – 
          
          ㅤㅤpierced.  wound.  wei reminds himself of his task.  shakes his head vehemently.  presses slicked palms to the lan's chest.  blood bubbles between his fingers and creeps up,  soaking into the leather of his gauntlets,  staining his wrists in that horrendous colour that forces a strangled,  dry sob from the ravenet's throat.
          
          ㅤㅤ" lan zhan,  lan zhan  –  "  wei repeats his name like a prayer,  bears down harder on the gaping hole  (  gods,  how lucky they were that the sword had missed his heart ).  "  please,  please,  listen to me.  jiang cheng sent for help.  xichen will be here soon,  he'll know what to do,  just  –  /  please /  focus on me! "

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so much blood    ..    so much blood everywhere  ,   &   he's thankful that he doesn't have the energy to look down at his body  ,   for he's sure that he'll only see more.   he can't breathe  ,   golden eyes are broadcasting blurry vision  ,   &   the ringing in his ear mixes with the sound of the panicking male aside him.   ʻʻ  w-wei  -  yi-  ,  ʼʼ   there's a gurgle with his words  ,   &   wangji's spasming horrifically in order to spit up the crimson in his throat    —    near choking on it.   ʻʻ  g-g-    ..    go  -  ʼʼ   his eyes are half  -  lidded  ,   hands clammy   &   limp at his sides  ,   &   his body seems so heavy    ..    each breath is like his body being set on fire from the inside out.   xichen is coming  ,   he's told    ..    yet  ,   it already feels too late.   ʻʻ  g-go    ..  ʼʼ
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            IT ALL HAPPENED SO FAST.   one moment  ,   the lan stood a few feet away    —    skilled fingers strumming away at the strings of his guqin   ,,    eyes   &   mind focused.   foes fell as waves of blue energy pushed them back  ,   &   with his performance  ,   paired with the wuxian's sword fighting  ,   the two were holding their own.   looking back on the situation  ,   perhaps wangji should've been paying more attention to the ravenet  ,   for if he had been  ,   this situation could've been avoided in its entirety.   he could've warned him of the enemy  ,   rising to his feet  ,   sword gripped in his hand.
            
            but he wasn't paying more attention.   his voice couldn't be heard over the chaos around them  ,   &   he couldn't risk the chance of using his guqin to stop the enemy  ,   &   injure wei in the process.   so before he knew it  ,   his brain was on autopilot  ,   &   he was rushing towards the threat  ,   hand on the handle of his sword.   wei still couldn't hear him    ..    the threat was off the ground   &   now charging.   what if he didn't get there fast enough    ?    what if wei didn't have enough time to react to the other's attack    ?
            
            his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of metal piercing flesh.   despite the sound around them  ,   he could hear his sword hitting the cobblestone    —    he could hear the squelch of the sword as it was removed  ,   alongside the sound of his heart rapidly beating in his ear.   from then on out  ,   everything is a blur of colors  ,   sounds   &   sensations.   he's on the ground now  ,   crimson coating his skin   &   turning the colors of his robes red.   his hair is coated in the fluid  ,   &   there's some on his cheek   &   lips from what's been spit up.
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          /⠀⠀it is good    !    i found it out from a friend of mine who watched the anime   ++   read the manga  ,   &   they managed to get me into it as well.   it's quite different compared to the things i'm used to  ,   but i truly do enjoy it.   it deserves a lot of attention smh   ,,

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෴ .⠀ @videtamare ⠀ ▏⠀' ＆
          
          i am  ,   you say    ?    *    the young cultivator's voice is soft  ,   &   the tone in which he speaks makes his words seem more like a statement than a question of any sort.    *    what makes you say that    ?    *    he turns his head  ,   dark  ,   silky strands of hair spinning with the rotation  ,   &   golden eyes now watch the    (    strangely dressed    )    individual with a questioning gaze.    *    what makes you say that    ?