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we_bring_hell) wrote2020-10-27 10:55 am
we_bring_hell) wrote2020-10-27 10:55 am
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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.
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.
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At one point, as Lan Zhan bends his head within reach, Wei Wuxian lifts a finger to trail it across his ribbon. Quietly gleeful, he says, "I can do that whenever I want now."
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"Yes. My heart is Wei Ying's to hold."
Finished with the bath, he coaxes him up to sit on the edge of the bathtub once more, wrapping him first in a towel to dry and then helping him into his clean clothes.
Lan Wangji drapes a clean towel over his shoulders and loosens his hair to fall freely, then pours camellia oil into his own hands and begins to run his fingers through Wei Ying's hair.
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"Tomorrow," he starts to say, only to interrupt himself with a yawn. "Tomorrow. We'll get whatever you want for breakfast. The best tea. The best food. And dinner, too -- something good, anything you want. And while you're gone I'll do... things, with the talismans. Make something nice for you for all this. I promise."
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It is quiet, but firm. He does not stop smoothing the oil through the other man's hair, not until every drop has been absorbed.
"I like this. I like doing this, for you."
He starts combing Wei Ying's hair next, finding it much easier now than before.
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He starts to twist around to look at Lan Zhan over his shoulder, immediately regrets it when the room's gentle orbit lurches into something much less gentle, and just manages to steady himself in time.
"You're always doing so much. I don't deserve all of this just, just because I'm drunk."
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He finishes combing his hair and rests his hand against Wei Ying’s cheek, just for a moment.
“I enjoy this. Truly. I do.”
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"I want to do nice things for you, too."
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“I will enjoy that as well. As long as it is something you want.”
He stands, then, and coaxes Wei Ying to his feet, putting an arm around him.
“Come. Sleep.”
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What'll also be nice: laying down to rest. That is an excellent idea. He's so sleepy from the Atlantean, plus the warm bath, and he can hardly walk anyway. Time to give in to the urge to go horizontal.
As soon as Lan Zhan guides him down to the mattress, he lists sideways until his head hits the pillow.
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He pulls the coverlet over him, save for one hand. Lan Wangji removes his forehead ribbon and gently ties it around Wei Ying’s wrist, then kisses his cheek before going to clean up the bathing room and himself, both.
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The metal of the ribbon's emblem is still warm from Lan Zhan. Smiling, Wei Wuxian curls beneath the coverlet, letting his eyes fall closed.
For a first birthday in the afterlife, he thinks, this is not so bad at all.
He is asleep within moments.