Lan Wangji feels his ears redden. Consults his mind. Consults what he knows, and his desire to do right. Ever so slowly, he lifts a hand. Wei Wuxian tracks it, his pupils darkening as Lan Wangji brushes the side of Wei Wuxian’s neck. Sharp inhale of breath. The scent of blood everywhere.
“I can see it?” Lan Wangji asks.
— The Earth Rings In Your Ears by bluerainmist