19 Sep 2020
That was what was irritating Jiang Cheng at the moment, distracting him from going over the notes for the coming lecture. Not Nie Huaisang’s usual sparkling accessories or ornate fans or intricate hairstyles. None of the bells and whistles that usually came with a justifiably distracting Nie Huaisang.
No, it was just this. Him. In all his simplicity.
“— and I tried making it again because I’m addicted to this pasta and I thought if I saved some money, I’d impress Da-ge but, as you know, it went horrible an—” Nie Huaisang was rambling about his meagre skills in the kitchen for some God-forsaken reason, making Jiang Cheng want to cook for the man himself but instead —
“You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up,” Jiang Cheng snapped. Nie Huaisang did stop but grinned and responded without hesitation.
“You wanna fuck me so bad, you look stupid,”
All processes in Jiang Cheng.exe stopped responding. He froze and his eyes involuntarily widened because how did Nie Huaisang know ? Was he that obvious? How long had Nie Huaisang known? How long had he been making a fool of himself?
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30 May 2020
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He learned, very early on, to cry when he needed to. He would bottle up his emotions and then, when alone, he would allow the floodgates to open and empty himself, going back to cool numbness. Lan Wangji laughed at himself, the echoing sound bitter. Of course, he had gotten such an emotive part of himself to follow a clinical routine. Perhaps if he hadn’t been quite so put together, perhaps if he had let his desperation bleed into his voice, Wei Ying would have considered his words. Perhaps if he had let the tears building shed, Wei Ying might have softened and understood.
But he hadn’t.
His hands were in his hair before he could comprehend them moving, an instinctual action covering his face as the emotions gained an upper hand and declared victory. In a corner of his mind, he was still aware of the children beyond the walls and he managed to remain quiet. Though perhaps the quiet was less the knowledge of people close by and more an inability to vocalize anything. Wailing wouldn’t encapsulate the depth of his emotions and he was rendered mute, chest aching from the sobs being racked out of it, head spinning from the lack of air.