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@❀┊jiang namjoon ᵃ Long black hair like a waterfall over black silk robes that spilt over pale shoulders, blood-red eyes that glared through a sheer black veil, Wen Fan looked like he might be coming from a funeral. His husband was out doing business and although Wen Fan could have waited in the carriage, he felt like he was going to have a panic attack in there. He wasn't claustrophobic, he just needed more distraction than the same walls he'd been staring at for hours. The trip here had been uneventful, just the usual. His husband's scent, mixed faintly with his own, filled the carriage and so he left it, in search of fresh, untainted air. He could still smell him though. Wen Fan could smell him on him even in his sleep.

He closed his eyes as he walked on, letting the texture under his feet guide him. When he opened his eyes again, he didn't recognise his surroundings and smiled. It seemed he was nearing a residence. It had a small, luscious garden and eye-catching tree. Whoever took care of this place did so with great care. How like the Jiang clan, to be hobby gardeners. It's not like they had anything better to do. Wen Fan thought back to the dark, barren lands of Wen and his brows twitched in irritation. "..." He slid his hand out from his sleeve and opened it, palm facing up. A blue flame danced on his skin, its bright light reflecting in the omega's red eyes. He looked up and the flame, still small, like a child, leapt cheerfully to the tree. The leaves began to curl and blacken, crumbling to dust wherever the fire touched. Wen Fan didn't set the whole tree on fire at once. He was going to enjoy watching the little flame slowly ravage the thing, a trail of dust in its wake.