[ This guy. Wei Wuxian can't help but feel like he's being challenged in some way, maybe even mocked. It's an interesting thing because he's sure Xue Yang hasn't figured out who he is yet so he's approaching him, a stranger, with this kind of attitude. He's still going along with it, but if Wei Wuxian was a little more sensitive, he'd definitely have taken the bait and tried to push back on Xue Yang.
But no, he's just going to do what the game entails. He wants to win and he also wants to get a better read on Xue Yang and how he's doing here. He doesn't seem as fish out of water as Wei Wuxian feels so maybe he's been here for a while. After he died, perhaps? His curiosity is immense.
And then there's those scars. He knew Xue Yang lived a hard life, a rough one, but seeing the evidence of it is... hm. Should he feel sympathy? Pity? He doesn't know. He never really knew Xue Yang in the first place, just knew his actions and how despicable they were. He's unforgivable but that doesn't mean his life wasn't hard either.
(Though, granted, people would say that about him, wouldn't they?)
Ah — he's getting mired in thought. He focuses again and leans in, ducking his head to press his mouth to Xue Yang's throat, kissing it gently. He doesn't know how much he needs to kiss him for it to count, so he presses a few kisses against his throat, his adam's apple, across his collarbone. It didn't say suck, just kiss, so he keeps his kisses light for now. ]
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But no, he's just going to do what the game entails. He wants to win and he also wants to get a better read on Xue Yang and how he's doing here. He doesn't seem as fish out of water as Wei Wuxian feels so maybe he's been here for a while. After he died, perhaps? His curiosity is immense.
And then there's those scars. He knew Xue Yang lived a hard life, a rough one, but seeing the evidence of it is... hm. Should he feel sympathy? Pity? He doesn't know. He never really knew Xue Yang in the first place, just knew his actions and how despicable they were. He's unforgivable but that doesn't mean his life wasn't hard either.
(Though, granted, people would say that about him, wouldn't they?)
Ah — he's getting mired in thought. He focuses again and leans in, ducking his head to press his mouth to Xue Yang's throat, kissing it gently. He doesn't know how much he needs to kiss him for it to count, so he presses a few kisses against his throat, his adam's apple, across his collarbone. It didn't say suck, just kiss, so he keeps his kisses light for now. ]