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Dec. 25, 2020, 7:59 p.m.
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- Nie Huaisang stole happiness from Lan Xichen. He stole peace. If he could just see him, and see for himself exactly what he’s done, and know—that will be enough. Then he’ll be able to paint again, and his hands won’t shake as he does it, and he’ll remember why he ever in his life bothered to put brush to ink to paper.
After all, a man should have to live with his mistakes. There is no other way to learn from them. His brother believed that.
// this fic is fucking KILLER. post-canon, xisang, and the slow dissolution of nhs's persona.
