inbox (penance)

[weiward]

if he doesn't answer, he's probably at the bar.
(he's probably at the bar.)

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[weiward]

[leave it to wei wuxian to figure out, and he will. he's not willing to give up their nights together, the intimacy and the roughness of lan wangji's voice when he whispers his name like a prayer. nothing makes him feel happier than the other's hands and mouth on him as they're literally one. whatever the obstacle, they'll overcome it together.]

Ah Lan Zhan, how pitiful that you've been deprived of it and raised on Cloud Recesses' food instead. [he looks truly sad about this, clicking his tongue before pressing his lips to lan wangji's forehead. it's a chaste kiss, full of an affection that wouldn't change even if they could never be together this way again.] I could eat three bowls of rice with just it on top, nothing else! Maybe more. It's so popular in Yunmeng, it's even a part of our courtship rituals.

[wei wuxian leans back, arms still wrapped around his shoulders and neck.]

Lan Zhan, would you eat three bowls of Old Grand Master chili rice for me?