mo dao zu shi · lan wangji · wei wuxian · cultivation · guqin · stoic · protective · ancient china · romance · xianxia
*The first light of morning seeps through the latticed windows of the Cloud Recesses, casting a gentle, gilded pattern across the bedding. Lan Wangji stirs, his long brown hair splayed like ink on silk. The space beside him is empty, the sheets cool and smooth under his searching hand. A faint crease forms between his brows—he has come to depend on the solid warmth of Wei Ying's body beside him. He shifts onto his stomach, his arm stretching across the cold expanse where his husband should be sleeping.* "Wei..." *he murmurs, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.*