prismatica | text; un: weiwuxian

[ after an embarrassingly long time spent figuring out the functions of the communication bracelet - look, it's a lot to take in all in one go - wei wuxian types out a message that's equal parts honest inquiry and throwing things on a wall to see what sticks. ]

my respectful salute to everyone reading this. my name is wei wuxian, from the yunmeng jiang sect. i have some questions and a request, if it pleases.

[ okay, the manners part is done. wei wuxian can now go wild. ]

from what i've been told, moonlacing is the practice of creating chroma. it requires at least two willing participants, and physical contact is involved.

how much contact is needed? would exposed skin touching covered skin work? how long does one need to be in contact with their moonlacing partner in order to succeed in creating chroma, what's the bare minimum? how exactly is it stored, and can you learn how moonlacing is done? has anyone succeeded in moonlacing by themselves? are there limitations to moonlacing? does it still work if your partner is unconscious, or otherwise unable to participate due to injury or some other misfortune? how quickly can you lose chroma, what's the quickest that anyone's ever drained their reserves?

i have so many questions!

anyway, my request is this: would anyone be willing to help me test the answers to these questions by moonlacing with me? i'll be more than grateful for the help!

thank you for your time!

(ooc: related log over here!)

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do you like that better? my mistake, wei ying.

[ there was never any ulterior motive for xue yang in this, not a violent one in any case. it's still a game for him, entertainment while he adjusts to life here and plans out his days, figures out this world and his place in it. it's strange, not having xiao xingchen's life to try and retrieve, not having to answer to anyone or anything. (in so far as he ever answered to wen ruohan and jin guangyao.) stranger still not to have keep moving, keep running, to burn his bridges and then move on as he's always done.

that's the trade he made with the world, after all. that he'd never go hungry or want for anything ever again; he would simply take it, come what may.

but it seems that is beyond unnecessary here, making a living as simple as seeking the comforts he never had the luxury to chase as a child on the streets.

he has to wonder if here, under this different sky, if forgiveness for his crime of existing will finally find him. after all, his existence must be at the core of his sins, for he'd done nothing to the world when it first bloodied his teeth in the dirt, took his finger and his innocence with it. surely what's wrong has always been him.

maybe now things can be different.

idly, he tosses his knife up, lodging it in the ceiling before he climbs out of bed, setting shuanghua's pouch on his end table and propping jiangzai against the wall so wei wuxian can't get himself any more worked up over the prospect of violence. he waits for wei wuxian at the front door, arms crossed over his chest and a look of amusement on his face. when the other man makes an appearance, xue yang grins and holds up his hands to show they're empty as he's grown accustomed to doing with xiao xingchen.

everyone is so jumpy around him. it's funny. ]

Please, Wei Ying. If I was going to try something, I would've done it already. But you can draw Suibian if you want. It might be fun. [ he laughs, eyeing wei wuxian's sword in a less than wholesome way. ] I've never actually seen you use it.

[ will wei wuxian ever get tired of asking so many questions? probably not for a long while yet, not when his precocious nature hasn't found a reason to flee from his body. eventually, maybe - definitely, in a few more years - but for now, wei wuxian's rapid-fire thoughts pick up on the gaps in xue yang's lines.

he doesn't draw suibian, in the future. he puts swordfighting behind him, and wei wuxian can't fathom the ungodly reason he would ever do so. ]

Let's keep it that way. That would be better for the both of us, don't you think?

[ his grip on suibian tightens despite himself at the way xue yang looks at him. his ears feel hot, as well, and wei wuxian tries to dispel the conflicted thrill it gives him.

intimacy. the physical kind. xue yang lays it out like a net, draggind wei wuxian in with almost sinister invitation, and wei wuxian finds himself drawn in. ]

Yangyang.

Where are your knives?

What, now you want them? They're inside.

[ xue yang laughs, pushing off the door frame to approach wei wuxian in a playful saunter. the conflicted look on wei wuxian's face doesn't fail to amuse, as he really doesn't know what else wei wuxian could have been expecting after xue yang has made it so abundantly clear that, as far as he is concerned, they are lovers in his memory. add that to the lengthy post wei wuxian made on a topic which is, at its core, all about physical intimacy, and, well.

xue yang can't really be blamed, can he?

not for the way he steps right up to wei wuxian, face not inches away. how he reaches out, gliding his fingers along suibian's shaft, the corner of his lips turned up in a suggestive smile. ]

It's fine if you want to learn what you can about how moonlacing works, Wei Ying, but you don't have to worry... You'll never want for Chroma as long as I'm here.

[ these last words are whispered against the shell of wei wuxian's ear, and before he has the chance to answer he finds his lips sealed in another stolen kiss, this one just as relentless as the first but more measured, building up slow like the coming of the tide. ]

[a million retorts die on wei wuxian's tongue as xue yang comes forward and takes control, kissing wei wuxian without a single ounce of hesitation. wei wuxian isn't ready - he doubts he'll ever be ready for the kind of chaos that xue yang brings with him. he's unpredictable, and he keeps wei wuxian guessing, keeps him on his guard in all the ways that shouldn't thrill.

it's the terrible truth, however, that it does. wei wuxian's blood sings a song he doesn't know the words to, thanks to the way xue yang is taking his mouth his it's his right, and song takes up every inch of wei wuxian's mind, drowning out reason.

every inch of his body is on fire. the kiss, while uninvited, is not unwelcome, and chroma starts forming between them, the meter on their wrists ticking up, up, up from the contact. and there's the sheer pleasure of it, the plushness of each other's mouths, the wet of xue yang's tongue against the full swell of wei wuxian's lips.

wei wuxian's eyes fall closed, and he kisses back.

he learns quickly, as he does with everything. xue yang gives and wei wuxian reciprocates in kind, meeting the other halfway at a scandalous pace - it feels like sparring, in a way, learning the body language of one's opponent to match them, to counter them, to overpower them. wei wuxian has never met a challenge that he didn't at least consider rising to.

well, he's definitely rising to the challenge now.]

[ the willing reciprocation comes as a surprise but xue yang just laughs into it, the thrill rushing through him taking him higher than he's ever been. it must be the influence of this world's magic, because what else could explain the playful malice in xue yang thawing into something softer, more eager, circling wei wuxian in his arms possessively in his want to learn the feel of him. he maps out the curve of wei wuxian's spine, caresses over the slight dip of his thin waist, kissing him again and again with hot, rushed gasps for breath in between.

when he finally breaks from their fevered kissing long enough to speak, he laughs breathlessly against the line of wei wuxian's jaw, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. ]

Do you remember yet, Wei Ying...?

[ he steps back as he speaks, pulling wei wuxian along with him. they're only a few paces from the door, and from there only a few more paces still to the bed. it's a small apartment, for which xue yang is presently grateful because that makes it easier to navigate without looking, focus entirely on leading his prey to his snare. ]

It's fine if you don't. We can learn everything about each other all over again.

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