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Lan Wangji lost everything, and has only himself to blame. What remains are the memories, and a little boy who Lan Wangji swears will never forget how to smile. He wouldn’t have fought, if it weren’t for him. He wouldn’t have tried to hold on, if not for the silent promise he made in the darkest moment of his life.
As much as he wants to be with Wei Ying again, his promise keeps him bound here.
After flogging, repenting, and seclusion, Lan Wangji faces the next ordeal, also designed to bring him back onto the right path: to give the Lan Clan legitimate heirs. He sees no point in resisting, and resumes his duty to sect and family with the same stoic acceptance that brought him through everything else.
He hopes that one day, kinder fates may reunite them again, and that Wei Ying will be able to forgive him. And until that day, he treasures the memories of a smile that is forever lost to him.
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"How quickly intimacy erodes certainty," Hannibal said, his voice like silk pulled taut. "How easily fidelity becomes contextual."
Will didn’t flinch. He only smiled, a slow, lazy curve of the mouth, deceptively relaxed. Yet, there was a flicker of something quieter passed through his eyes.
"That’s elegant." He said, stripping away ambiguity with precision. "Almost makes it sound like you didn’t plan it."
Hannibal inclined his head, unapologetic. He didn't deny it. And that gave Will everything he needed.
So, he leaned forward.
"I could ask you the same." Will said it too evenly, like a man laying a card he’d been waiting to play.
Hannibal went still for attuning, barely perceptible. A subtle pause in breath, a flicker in his mouth's line. But Will saw it, felt it.
He continued, tone softer now, almost affectionate. "How does it feel," he murmured, “to touch your daughter’s respected mentor?—"
He didn’t look at Hannibal as he said it. He leaned closer, too close, his breath ghosting warm across Hannibal’s cheek, his lips brushing just shy of skin near the curve of his ear.
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