Aiya. I'm blaming you for this, you know! [He tugs on Lan Zhan's arm, still holding onto his sleeve.]
I would have liked something else to tire me out, but we had that talk instead.
Are you satisfied now? [He may whine, but Wei Wuxian is waiting with bated breath-- is the talk over? Are all the questions about his dedication to this relationship finally put to rest? They can stop fighting about this and move on?]
( Perhaps purposefully ambiguous: he will be satisfied then. Wei Ying, too, might infringe on contentment. They will meet then as married couples do, and they will enjoy each other, to the best of their ability.
Certainly, and he thinks on this as he starts to steer Wei Ying toward the main quarters, Lan Wangji will take advantage of his early rise to visit the library and equip himself with more knowledge of what is... expected. More love poems, perhaps. That will certainly give him the necessary education. )
[Wei Wuxian makes a strangled noise of vague frustration in his throat, but at least he doesn't start another fight. It's just more reason to subtly bully his husband in some manner.
Maybe he'll cling to him the entire night in bed and be very annoying to him. It might be impossible since he's not sure if he'd cling even while sleeping, but at the very least he'd try while he's still awake.]
Yes, yes. Now go change, and I'll go watch our son be cute.
Now, primly scolded, he can only do as bidden, pulling away their bath into the secondary room and excusing himself for cleansing, before emerging, dutifully dry and boasting only three of his typical layers — an immodest variant of the five required to be fit for public exposure.
Still, he does not delay before assuming position at the sleeping Yuan's side, watching the humble rise and falls of his small chest, how he deepens his rest. This will do for him. He dare not touch. )
You may bathe, also. ( For all they both know the thought of each other, so close by and disrobed, awakens questions and anticipation it had not, only hours before. ) Shall hold vigil.
[Sometime during their talk, Yuan had rolled over and taken the corner of his bed in hand. Wei Wuxian figures that's comfort enough, and he takes back Chenqing.]
All right. I will have to borrow more of your robes, husband. [He brushes his hand over Lan Zhan's shoulder as he stands and moves to leave the room.]
He's quite comfortable though, you don't need to worry about him suddenly waking up. [Unless something happens, but this is the Cloud Recesses. Anything that happens here is caused by one of the Lan themselves. (Though perhaps Wei Wuxian should inspect the wards at a later date, just to make sure.)
The water is lukewarm when he finally bathes, but it's good enough for him to get clean, especially when he's still warm under his skin. Still slightly aroused from the heated kisses they shared and the thought that they can enjoy each other tomorrow. Soon. The temperature of the water helps him cool down without shocking his body with an intense cold that would surely give him a nasty illness later.
He only has two layers when he returns to Lan Zhan's side, but that's because he's intent on leeching as much warmth from him as possible.]
( It isn't worry, he needn't say, as he lingers far too close to Yuan, hovering. It's care. It's affection. It's the knowledge, however selfish, that this is a life that will not reject him, a boy who will not deny him.
By the time of Wei Ying's return, Lan Wangji himself is molten, eyes lidded, his mien sweetly lethargic. He drifts to his own bed, neither dexterous nor rapid, slinking and slow to extend his company — lifting his cover and offering out the opportunity for Wei Ying to slip under.
[Wei Wuxian dives right into the gap between blanket and bed that Lan Zhan makes, snuggling up to his himusband shamelessly, latching one arm around his waist.]
Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan, somehow I don't think you'll be able to make good on that. Look at you, you're already so sleepy!
[He reaches up to brush some hair out of Lan Zhan's face.]
It's already bed time, isn't it? [This is the first time he's really witnessing the Lan bed time work its magic. He always imagined that the Lan would just fall asleep as soon as the ending hour came, and... well, this situation seems close enough. ]
( Sleepy, yes. And able, if unwilling to fight the pull of his lethargy, now the righteous hour has come. Even Yuan, he notes with smug satisfaction, has conceded to it.
And so he nods, happy enough when Wei Ying draws close and he can be pulled in the sweet nest of Lan Wangji's arms, until they're packed together as tightly as parchment rolls. )
It is. ( He murmurs, because it is a wicked thing to lie, and doubly so to one's husband. Because Wei Ying is soft and warm and a fine cushion that he clings to, despondently, as his. eyes finally draw closed. )
All right, all right. I suppose it's time for all righteous Lans to sleep. [Wei Wuxian starts patting Lan Zhan's chest as if he was a child in need of some convincing to go to sleep, even if his husband is no child, and has been conditioned to fall tired at a certain time.
Out like a candle.
Wei Wuxian wishes it was so easy for him-- the talk tired him out, but not enough for his mind to stop working. In the end, it's boredom that gets Wei Wuxian to sleep in the early hours of the morning, limbs wrapped so securely around his husband that he's almost on top of him with the way he refuses to let even the slightest gap between their bodies exist.
Lan Zhan waking and moving away would likely wake him, with that sort of position.]
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I would have liked something else to tire me out, but we had that talk instead.
Are you satisfied now? [He may whine, but Wei Wuxian is waiting with bated breath-- is the talk over? Are all the questions about his dedication to this relationship finally put to rest? They can stop fighting about this and move on?]
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( Perhaps purposefully ambiguous: he will be satisfied then. Wei Ying, too, might infringe on contentment. They will meet then as married couples do, and they will enjoy each other, to the best of their ability.
Certainly, and he thinks on this as he starts to steer Wei Ying toward the main quarters, Lan Wangji will take advantage of his early rise to visit the library and equip himself with more knowledge of what is... expected. More love poems, perhaps. That will certainly give him the necessary education. )
Be good.
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Maybe he'll cling to him the entire night in bed and be very annoying to him. It might be impossible since he's not sure if he'd cling even while sleeping, but at the very least he'd try while he's still awake.]
Yes, yes. Now go change, and I'll go watch our son be cute.
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Now, primly scolded, he can only do as bidden, pulling away their bath into the secondary room and excusing himself for cleansing, before emerging, dutifully dry and boasting only three of his typical layers — an immodest variant of the five required to be fit for public exposure.
Still, he does not delay before assuming position at the sleeping Yuan's side, watching the humble rise and falls of his small chest, how he deepens his rest. This will do for him. He dare not touch. )
You may bathe, also. ( For all they both know the thought of each other, so close by and disrobed, awakens questions and anticipation it had not, only hours before. ) Shall hold vigil.
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All right. I will have to borrow more of your robes, husband. [He brushes his hand over Lan Zhan's shoulder as he stands and moves to leave the room.]
He's quite comfortable though, you don't need to worry about him suddenly waking up. [Unless something happens, but this is the Cloud Recesses. Anything that happens here is caused by one of the Lan themselves. (Though perhaps Wei Wuxian should inspect the wards at a later date, just to make sure.)
The water is lukewarm when he finally bathes, but it's good enough for him to get clean, especially when he's still warm under his skin. Still slightly aroused from the heated kisses they shared and the thought that they can enjoy each other tomorrow. Soon. The temperature of the water helps him cool down without shocking his body with an intense cold that would surely give him a nasty illness later.
He only has two layers when he returns to Lan Zhan's side, but that's because he's intent on leeching as much warmth from him as possible.]
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By the time of Wei Ying's return, Lan Wangji himself is molten, eyes lidded, his mien sweetly lethargic. He drifts to his own bed, neither dexterous nor rapid, slinking and slow to extend his company — lifting his cover and offering out the opportunity for Wei Ying to slip under.
Surely, they've brokered enough peace for it. )
Hush, jealous thing. Will watch your sleep, also.
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Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan, somehow I don't think you'll be able to make good on that. Look at you, you're already so sleepy!
[He reaches up to brush some hair out of Lan Zhan's face.]
It's already bed time, isn't it? [This is the first time he's really witnessing the Lan bed time work its magic. He always imagined that the Lan would just fall asleep as soon as the ending hour came, and... well, this situation seems close enough. ]
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And so he nods, happy enough when Wei Ying draws close and he can be pulled in the sweet nest of Lan Wangji's arms, until they're packed together as tightly as parchment rolls. )
It is. ( He murmurs, because it is a wicked thing to lie, and doubly so to one's husband. Because Wei Ying is soft and warm and a fine cushion that he clings to, despondently, as his. eyes finally draw closed. )
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Out like a candle.
Wei Wuxian wishes it was so easy for him-- the talk tired him out, but not enough for his mind to stop working. In the end, it's boredom that gets Wei Wuxian to sleep in the early hours of the morning, limbs wrapped so securely around his husband that he's almost on top of him with the way he refuses to let even the slightest gap between their bodies exist.
Lan Zhan waking and moving away would likely wake him, with that sort of position.]