He has tried to brace himself for whatever he might see, certain from Lan Zhan's fear that it will be terrible.
It is not enough.
Wei Wuxian sucks in a harsh gasp as the cloth falls away from Lan Zhan's shoulders. His back -- his entire back looks as if it were clawed to pieces by a demon. Deep divots crack the smooth, strong muscle of his shoulders, and somehow there are welts layered atop that to split even those marks in two. Silently, he begs it will only be confined to his upper back, even as they lower the robes further and he sees the marks extend all the way to his waist.
Oh, he thinks he breathes, the word hardly audible.
There is a faint black film at the corners of his vision. He shuts his eyes, trying to will it away. This is not the time. Right now, he does not need to let his thoughts extend beyond this task: find the wounds that have broken open (easy enough), uncap the little tube of medicine, smooth it onto Lan Zhan's back.
His hands shake as he lays them lightly, so lightly, over the open wounds. This is not how he imagined running his fingers over Lan Zhan's bare skin.
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Date: 2020-10-18 11:38 pm (UTC)It is not enough.
Wei Wuxian sucks in a harsh gasp as the cloth falls away from Lan Zhan's shoulders. His back -- his entire back looks as if it were clawed to pieces by a demon. Deep divots crack the smooth, strong muscle of his shoulders, and somehow there are welts layered atop that to split even those marks in two. Silently, he begs it will only be confined to his upper back, even as they lower the robes further and he sees the marks extend all the way to his waist.
Oh, he thinks he breathes, the word hardly audible.
There is a faint black film at the corners of his vision. He shuts his eyes, trying to will it away. This is not the time. Right now, he does not need to let his thoughts extend beyond this task: find the wounds that have broken open (easy enough), uncap the little tube of medicine, smooth it onto Lan Zhan's back.
His hands shake as he lays them lightly, so lightly, over the open wounds. This is not how he imagined running his fingers over Lan Zhan's bare skin.