[how many times has this happened now? too many to count, honestly, and sizhui still can't immediately reel himself in. the hand swiping across his face does help, makes him sigh softly, which is then followed by a huff of laughter at the remark: ‘just because you're strong doesn't mean separation isn't hard, does it?’ of course it's hard, it's one of the hardest things he thinks he's experienced, and yet.]
It's only the truth, [is the only thing he slips in at first. it's true, wei wuxian deserves better, and what if he can't find it back home?
he also isn't the only one who wishes he could take everyone from ximilia back home, but that is so, so selfish in its own way, he cannot linger on that too long. no, it would make more sense to stay here rather than try and take everyone along.
it's also completely unsurprising that wei wuxian wants to stay at itachi's side and sizhui would never fault him for that, not when he cares so deeply for the other man (and vice-versa). as hard as it is to say, there's no hesitation when he answers,] I love you, too. [there is, however, a momentary pause, his expression brightens faintly then he adds,] A-Die.
[again, he goes quiet, pondering, an idea popping into his head and his hands moving before he even really thinks. the ribbon around his forehead gets removed, he neatly takes the time to fold it together then he holds it out to wei wuxian, his head bowed, eyes shut.] Please, take this. So you'll always have a small piece of me.
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It's only the truth, [is the only thing he slips in at first. it's true, wei wuxian deserves better, and what if he can't find it back home?
he also isn't the only one who wishes he could take everyone from ximilia back home, but that is so, so selfish in its own way, he cannot linger on that too long. no, it would make more sense to stay here rather than try and take everyone along.
it's also completely unsurprising that wei wuxian wants to stay at itachi's side and sizhui would never fault him for that, not when he cares so deeply for the other man (and vice-versa). as hard as it is to say, there's no hesitation when he answers,] I love you, too. [there is, however, a momentary pause, his expression brightens faintly then he adds,] A-Die.
[again, he goes quiet, pondering, an idea popping into his head and his hands moving before he even really thinks. the ribbon around his forehead gets removed, he neatly takes the time to fold it together then he holds it out to wei wuxian, his head bowed, eyes shut.] Please, take this. So you'll always have a small piece of me.