[ Compared to the wild, stormy ocean that he must navigate between his heart and Wei Ying's, a small bought of spiteful rain from his beloved is easily weathered. Let him concoct slapdash talismans for review, lose the silver hair ornament to be found by a needy farmer on his way to market, claim the tofu and inspire Lan Zhan to order more for Wei Ying to enjoy. This is not a case of dominance—Wei Ying already has dominion over Lan Zhan.
The moan is a pleasant surprise, secret music floating up to his thirsty ears. He hazards another kiss, firmer where he plants it just beneath Wei Ying's ear, a huff of breath stirring his hair. It earns him the ticklish assault to his palm that makes his fingers curl around the attackers, once again trapping them in his grasp. Foolish Wei Ying, falling back into the same trap he'd set earlier.
Humming, he begins to pick his way back to the road and puts them on the right trajectory for the inn. He hopes the hour isn't too late, but the silver in his pocket is sure to inspire some hospitality. ] And this man who has spoken for you. Do you speak for him?
[ Playful wording, but a sincere curiosity. Lan Zhan would never give his attention to another, let alone his heart, but he wonders how Wei Ying would react if anyone were to try and claim Lan Zhan as their own.
A long sigh falls from his lips even as they curve up. He loves, more than anything, the relaxed Wei Ying who pokes fun at others through his own casual rejection of diligence and academia. It reminds him of simpler times when they were students worried about little more than alcohol and talismans. ] You are kind to help them. Consider using your arrays in tandem. One to divert the source, the other to plant it a safe distance from the town.
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The moan is a pleasant surprise, secret music floating up to his thirsty ears. He hazards another kiss, firmer where he plants it just beneath Wei Ying's ear, a huff of breath stirring his hair. It earns him the ticklish assault to his palm that makes his fingers curl around the attackers, once again trapping them in his grasp. Foolish Wei Ying, falling back into the same trap he'd set earlier.
Humming, he begins to pick his way back to the road and puts them on the right trajectory for the inn. He hopes the hour isn't too late, but the silver in his pocket is sure to inspire some hospitality. ] And this man who has spoken for you. Do you speak for him?
[ Playful wording, but a sincere curiosity. Lan Zhan would never give his attention to another, let alone his heart, but he wonders how Wei Ying would react if anyone were to try and claim Lan Zhan as their own.
A long sigh falls from his lips even as they curve up. He loves, more than anything, the relaxed Wei Ying who pokes fun at others through his own casual rejection of diligence and academia. It reminds him of simpler times when they were students worried about little more than alcohol and talismans. ] You are kind to help them. Consider using your arrays in tandem. One to divert the source, the other to plant it a safe distance from the town.