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Cause I love you, oh i Iove you, love the way you are...🎶🎶🎶

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MDZS, Wangxian. fic & art: gentians in bloom.

ART BY @rbarkive on twitter

Springtime in the Cloud Recesses is a time of blooming. The leafy boughs grow heavy with flowers and fruit. The bushes burst into color. The flowering vines creep up unerringly around and through all obstacles. The spring wind carries a redolent floral scent and sweeps loose petals into a dance.

In spring, the Lans bloom.

Blue petals skim the air and settle in Wei Ying’s hair.

“Er-gege!” Wei Ying says with a frantic wave of his hand. “You have the prettiest flowers!”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan acknowledges. He drifts near Wei Ying, all grace with the fluid shift of his robes. An entire flower falls out of his mouth. Nectar drips from his open mouth, loose blue petals caught in the flow.

“Oh, a gentian!” Wei Ying says. He stoops down to pick up the flower. He toys with pristine petals for a brief moment before meeting Lan Zhan’s gaze again.

A chill look stills Lan Zhan’s features. His mouth opens again, the vines across his lips splitting open. “Shameless,” he proclaims.

Lan Zhan departs as quickly as petals on the wind.

In utter confusion, Wei Ying stares at Lan Zhan’s receding back.

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Drink from the nectar of a Lan and live a cursed life.

Thousands of rules and Wei Ying heeds none of them—a Lan’s undoing. Lan Zhan cannot help the way the nectar pours out of him and into Wei Ying. Sweet liquid sliding down that long throat. The bob of his throat. A sly look cast upwards and through a fan of teary lashes.

Flowers bloom outwards from Lan Zhan’s eye sockets. Love makes a Lan blind. Thorny stems mix trails of blood with a continuous stream of nectar down the sharp planes of Lan Zhan’s face.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan exhales with all the reverence of a worshipper meeting his god. To his god, he offers flowers in profusion. A dozen gentians slide off his tongue and into his god’s upturned palms.

“I don’t see why,” Wei Ying says slowly, “you need all of these rules…” He gazes down at the gentians in bloom in his hands.

Vines drag the corners of Lan Zhan’s mouth upwards.

“We don’t. You do.”

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