Muffled, "At least wait until we have the tea so I can warm it properly, zhiji."
He lifts his head, squares his shoulders, grins as bright as the sunlight upon their bed. "Right. Your hairpiece," he says. He swipes a finger against a lock of Lan Zhan's hair to tuck it behind his ear; trails the same fingertip across his forehead ribbon as his grin softens. "It cannot have gone far."
And indeed it hasn't: when he swings himself partway out of bed to rummage through their discarded clothes, he yelps as he closes his hand around a pointy piece of metal buried in Lan Zhan's inner robes. Wei Wuxian shakes the hairpiece free and returns to Lan Zhan's back to begin sweeping his hair in place.
"I am not as good at this as my own hair," he admits as he tries to remember the intricate twists and turns Lan Zhan employs to secure his hair. "But I will do my best."
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He lifts his head, squares his shoulders, grins as bright as the sunlight upon their bed. "Right. Your hairpiece," he says. He swipes a finger against a lock of Lan Zhan's hair to tuck it behind his ear; trails the same fingertip across his forehead ribbon as his grin softens. "It cannot have gone far."
And indeed it hasn't: when he swings himself partway out of bed to rummage through their discarded clothes, he yelps as he closes his hand around a pointy piece of metal buried in Lan Zhan's inner robes. Wei Wuxian shakes the hairpiece free and returns to Lan Zhan's back to begin sweeping his hair in place.
"I am not as good at this as my own hair," he admits as he tries to remember the intricate twists and turns Lan Zhan employs to secure his hair. "But I will do my best."