He draws the pad of his thumb over Lan Zhan's cheek as he returns the smile. Unable to resist, he pecks him on the lips one more time before he lets go.
The hairpiece will turn up somewhere. Hopefully under their robes, and not under the bedclothes, lurking in wait to jab one of them in the backside if they lay down on the wrong spot. But first --
(He wishes he did not have to do this. It is no easier than the first time, when they separated so Lan Zhan could go to the library.)
Wei Wuxian picks at the intricate knot holding Lan Zhan's ribbon in place. As if cradling a strand of spun glass, he unwinds the pale silk from his wrist, lets it pool into his palm. He looks up at Lan Zhan with a crooked smile.
"Hold still," he whispers, and reaches up to tie the ribbon around his forehead.
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He draws the pad of his thumb over Lan Zhan's cheek as he returns the smile. Unable to resist, he pecks him on the lips one more time before he lets go.
The hairpiece will turn up somewhere. Hopefully under their robes, and not under the bedclothes, lurking in wait to jab one of them in the backside if they lay down on the wrong spot. But first --
(He wishes he did not have to do this. It is no easier than the first time, when they separated so Lan Zhan could go to the library.)
Wei Wuxian picks at the intricate knot holding Lan Zhan's ribbon in place. As if cradling a strand of spun glass, he unwinds the pale silk from his wrist, lets it pool into his palm. He looks up at Lan Zhan with a crooked smile.
"Hold still," he whispers, and reaches up to tie the ribbon around his forehead.