[when haven't they cried at this point? just another mark to put down on every single moment they've shared with one another where either one or the other or both of them got extremely sentimental. sizhui, however, fully expected it this time, well-aware of what the ribbon symbolizes and what it means to give it to someone like this.
‘sorry,’ is what he wants to say, but he's not really sorry— or, well, he does feel bad for making him cry, though assuming that they're happy tears makes him feel less bad about it. one hand rests on wei wuxian's knee, the opposite lifting so he can rub his own face that's starting to redden, his eyes welling up. he sniffs, pinches the bridge of his nose then lowers the hand, watching his father hold the ribbon so gently before he takes it and begins securing it around his arm.
sizhui's heart soars; he is warm, warmer than he's ever felt, regardless of the fact it's cold where they currently sit. the heat breaks through that and whenever wei wuxian pulls him into a hug, he wastes no time returning the gesture, throwing both arms around him and squeezing, letting the tears flow freely now.]
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‘sorry,’ is what he wants to say, but he's not really sorry— or, well, he does feel bad for making him cry, though assuming that they're happy tears makes him feel less bad about it. one hand rests on wei wuxian's knee, the opposite lifting so he can rub his own face that's starting to redden, his eyes welling up. he sniffs, pinches the bridge of his nose then lowers the hand, watching his father hold the ribbon so gently before he takes it and begins securing it around his arm.
sizhui's heart soars; he is warm, warmer than he's ever felt, regardless of the fact it's cold where they currently sit. the heat breaks through that and whenever wei wuxian pulls him into a hug, he wastes no time returning the gesture, throwing both arms around him and squeezing, letting the tears flow freely now.]
I've never been happier to call you my guardian.