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    Wei Ying is beautiful in a tight, black t-shirt and black nitrile gloves, face half-hidden behind a surgical mask, and hair escaping his messy bun in all directions. He has stepped out of his workroom briefly to greet Lan WangJi and tell him that he's finishing up his last customer of the day. The sunset flooding in through the front door is bonfire orange and lights him up, making him squint, burnishing his face and adding copper highlights to his hair. Lan WangJi wants to pull him close, feel his warmth, kiss him, and fall asleep to the sound of his voice. He wants to bring Wei Ying home with him. Really, he just wants to make a home with Wei Ying. He takes a seat and waits his turn for some of Wei Ying's time.

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    yuánfèn (缘分) (n.) - 1. fate or chance that brings people together, 2. predestined affinity or relationship, 3. the Buddhist concept of destiny, especially in reference to relationships

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    Leaving his soulmate had gotten easier with time, with proximity, with the certain knowledge that he was alive and well, that his smiles held true happiness and not the brittle facade that had marked the latter years of his first life. Wangji loved the spring sun’s warmth on his skin. Wangji loved the carefully tended warmth of his heart from Wei Ying’s care more.

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    Wangji is likely the most accomplished living master of qin language, although he doubts anyone else alive knows it as most of his mastery has come in solitude and seclusion, trying to find all the things he wishes to say to, and have said to him by, one spirit in particular.

    Wei Ying, he plays, it is my birthday you fucking bastard god damn piece of shit.

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    Wei Wuxian plays the flute. Someone in Wei Wuxian's apartment complex plays violin. Sometimes, they play the flute and the violin together, and it's... nice. It's really nice. It's sort of the nicest thing going on in his life right now, honestly.

    It's like the poets say: Music is love in search of a word.

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