we_bring_hell: (Graphic: Hail to the Pumpkin Queen)
Harrowhark the Ninth ([personal profile] we_bring_hell) wrote2020-10-27 10:55 am

This is Halloween!

The Bar loves her holidays, but she is also capable of respecting religious strictures. That's why she put a lot of thought into finding a Halloween costume for Harrow that works with her face paint and general insistence on the monochromatic.

Harrow, for her part, is baffled by the white-pinstriped black suit and the oversized bow, but the gloves are very cool, and the buckled shoes suit as well. She has no idea what's going on but she can live with this.

The Bar seems even more unusually populated than usual, and there are a lot of gourds around. Hm.
lightamidchaos: (a gentler thought)

[personal profile] lightamidchaos 2020-11-02 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I consulted with Bar-guniang."

At length.
acrookedpath: (bright grin)

[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-11-02 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah-hah, I see." He prods Lan Zhan in the shoulder. "Very sneaky of you. Both of you. A great conspiracy to make me cry because you have given me such lovely things."

What else can he do but kiss him again?
lightamidchaos: (a gentler thought)

[personal profile] lightamidchaos 2020-11-02 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He returns the kiss, keeping both his arm and one wing wrapped around Wei Ying, and when it breaks, murmurs,

"Wei Ying is lovely, and deserves lovely things."
acrookedpath: (halloween: sauntering vaguely downward)

[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-11-02 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You," he says with a faintly watery laugh, "flatter me shamelessly."

He kisses the tip of Lan Zhan's nose. One black wing sweeps around them, a mirror of the white wing on the other side.

"I do not mind it."
lightamidchaos: (white wings)

[personal profile] lightamidchaos 2020-11-02 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am glad."

He leans his forehead against Wei Ying's.

"Since it is all true."
acrookedpath: (wondering smile)

[personal profile] acrookedpath 2020-11-02 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
His smile softens: wondering, fond, as if marveling at a sunrise over a well-known landscape. A familiar place made new and beautiful.

"My Lan Zhan." Very soft. "My zhiji. My heart."

He brushes the backs of his knuckles over Lan Zhan's cheek.

"I love you."
lightamidchaos: (wwx - the touch of your hand)

[personal profile] lightamidchaos 2020-11-03 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
His own heart leaps in joy at the soft words, the wonder in Wei Ying's smile, the gentle touch of his hand. He turns his face into the touch, unable to help himself.

"My Wei Ying. My everything. I love you, too."