Wei Wuxian grins. While it's too unfocused to be a truly wicked smile, he makes a decent attempt.
The water's comfortably warm when he slips in, and he sighs, keeping hold of Lan Zhan's hand to anchor him. He wriggles low enough to lean his head on the wide ledge; his loose hair spreads around him like ribbons of ink.
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Date: 2020-11-06 10:25 pm (UTC)The water's comfortably warm when he slips in, and he sighs, keeping hold of Lan Zhan's hand to anchor him. He wriggles low enough to lean his head on the wide ledge; his loose hair spreads around him like ribbons of ink.