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WangXian IS endgame in this, but it mostly follows Nie HuaiSang and Wei Ying's journey in self-discovery together because it's the cutest thing ever.
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The boy and his porcelain jars were glossy with the moon's breath. Perched upon a large, flat rock, skirts of white water at its foot, he appeared bothered and uneasy. He hugged his Emperor's Smiles closer. He couldn't bring himself to drink the fruits of his labor, ergo he embosomed them sourly.
Softer than a fawn, another boy landed behind him.
"Wei Ying, it is past curfew."
"Ah—shit!" Wei WuXian pounded his chest, heart in his throat. "Nie Xiong, you devil! I really thought you were Lan Zhan!"
Tugging on his braids, Nie HuaiSang wheezed in delight gone breathless. When the young master laughed, his chubby cheeks almost swallowed his eyes. His lips always thinned, whitening with tightness so all his teeth were shown.
Wei WuXian stared dumbly before giggling himself.
"I'm disappointed, Wei Xiong. Sneaking out past curfew to drink without me?" HuaiSang had slumped against Wei Ying's back and lain his head upon his shoulder. Just as maidens go a-swooning after their crush, Nie HuaiSang fanned himself with a sigh. As he rocked both their bodies he said, "I'm hurt now. Don't you care? Won't you make it up to me?"
"Nie Xiong, don't make me feel bad." Wei Ying laid back his head as well. Back to back, cheek to cheek, the young boys gazed up at the waning moon. "Sorry. I didn't plan this. I just needed a drink tonight."
"Whatever." Nie HuaiSang pushed away and crawled around to his friend's side. Holding out a hand, he waggled his fingers like a scolding teacher. "Gimme gimme."
Wei WuXian reluctantly handed a jar over. "I worked hard to sneak these in you know."
"Then I will appreciate every sip."
Together they indulged. Wei WuXian tossed back his head and bore his throat for all to see. The amber brew spilled down his face, down the ghostly skin of his neck where his Adam's apple was hopping like a rabbit.
"Jeez." The Nie tried to keep up, not to be outdone by his drinking rival, but alas. Wei WuXian traded his breath for alcohol, burying his face in the porcelain mouth and only pulling away once it was empty. Angered by what now lay hollow, he threw it at a rock in the river below them. It shattered into hundreds of crystalline beads.
