This is Halloween!

[we_bring_hell]

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.

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[lightamidchaos]

“No,” he agrees. “Wei Ying deserves it because he is Wei Ying.”

He finishes combing his hair and rests his hand against Wei Ying’s cheek, just for a moment.

“I enjoy this. Truly. I do.”

[acrookedpath]

His eyes, already bright and glassy from the alcohol, grow suspiciously watery as he smiles.

"I want to do nice things for you, too."

[lightamidchaos]

Lan Wangji smiles back at him.

“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.”

[acrookedpath]

"It is," he says, earnest, as he totters toward their bed with Lan Zhan's help. "I'll always want to. Don't worry. We'll do nice things for each other and it'll be... nice."

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.

[lightamidchaos]

“Good night, Wei Ying.”

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.

[acrookedpath]

"Good night, Lan Zhan," he mumbles, already drifting. "Love you."

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.