His smile gentles. He relinquishes the robes, turning around to let Lan Zhan slide them over his shoulders, wrap the clothing around him like an embrace. Quiet amazement sings through his chest: we are here.
Together, they fasten the belt in place. Wei Wuxian considers fetching his flute, just in case, but decides against it.
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Date: 2020-10-25 10:30 pm (UTC)Together, they fasten the belt in place. Wei Wuxian considers fetching his flute, just in case, but decides against it.