It is sitting on one of the docks at Lotus Pier, wedged between shijie and Jiang Cheng, laughing as he kicks water at his brother and Jiang Cheng threatens to tackle him into the river. It is the way the sunlight glints off every drop that spatters them all; the warmth in shijie's voice even as she tries to admonish her younger siblings.
It is the first time he felt his golden core ignite like a miniature sun in his belly. It is spreading his arms, soaring into the sky, the wind tangling his hair.
It is the nights he shares now with Lan Zhan.
There is no way to put it all to words, and he wishes, desperately, that he could, just so Lan Zhan could know even if he will never drink a drop of it. "Wow," is all he can breathe as the wave of warmth crests over him.
Eagerly, he takes a second, larger sip, inadvertently draining three-quarters of the shot glass.
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It is the first time he felt his golden core ignite like a miniature sun in his belly. It is spreading his arms, soaring into the sky, the wind tangling his hair.
It is the nights he shares now with Lan Zhan.
There is no way to put it all to words, and he wishes, desperately, that he could, just so Lan Zhan could know even if he will never drink a drop of it. "Wow," is all he can breathe as the wave of warmth crests over him.
Eagerly, he takes a second, larger sip, inadvertently draining three-quarters of the shot glass.