"You," he accuses, fractionally more high-pitched, "are doing this on purpose now."
He kisses the back of Lan Zhan's neck.
"But yes. I will have many days of our future to practice. Months. Years." His fingers deftly guide one section of his hair in place, then another. "Soon I will be able to do it in my sleep. You will wake at mao hour and I will be dreaming next to you, fiddling with your hair."
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Date: 2020-10-24 10:11 pm (UTC)He kisses the back of Lan Zhan's neck.
"But yes. I will have many days of our future to practice. Months. Years." His fingers deftly guide one section of his hair in place, then another. "Soon I will be able to do it in my sleep. You will wake at mao hour and I will be dreaming next to you, fiddling with your hair."