( He gives his husband an exasperated, if fond, stare. )
With the number of times you keep tying my wrist, I'm concerned you don't.
( ... Lethe, exhaling in a sharper snort, returns to nuzzling at Lan Zhan's side. A dragon of white does not mind a lack of gold, unlike the matron, who laments that these days, people settle for so little, and not even one grand romantic gesture in the world.
Wei Wuxian studies his husband's face, brows lifted, lips quirking up in a slow smile. His eyes hold concern, for the one he studies, and for the family they build day to day, going forward. Lethe shakes her head, a shiver that runs up her neck and the hidden spores of her fungal demise, and it is a miracle of nature they don't shed and spread, coating them both, coating the depressed locals that trail along with them further along.
My cabbages, one man laments, holding up his wares in their wilting state. My cabbages! )
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With the number of times you keep tying my wrist, I'm concerned you don't.
( ... Lethe, exhaling in a sharper snort, returns to nuzzling at Lan Zhan's side. A dragon of white does not mind a lack of gold, unlike the matron, who laments that these days, people settle for so little, and not even one grand romantic gesture in the world.
Wei Wuxian studies his husband's face, brows lifted, lips quirking up in a slow smile. His eyes hold concern, for the one he studies, and for the family they build day to day, going forward. Lethe shakes her head, a shiver that runs up her neck and the hidden spores of her fungal demise, and it is a miracle of nature they don't shed and spread, coating them both, coating the depressed locals that trail along with them further along.
My cabbages, one man laments, holding up his wares in their wilting state. My cabbages! )
Has my memory for good things ever been so poor?