( Wei Wuxian stretches into his husband's space with the afternoon heat hanging over them both; for now, the retreat to cooler stone caverns has been a matter of preventing Lan Zhan's melting as much as it is Wei Wuxian embracing his own weedy nature in the face of the humidity and heat.
The large leaf, damp, he settles over Lan Zhan's crown is a balm of a kind; he's left a seal of cooling on it and allows it to radiate down, colder than he would for most. As soon as one hand reaches for the leaf, massive and casting a shadow deeper than some trickling streams of water winding down tree trunks in early morning rains.
Then, his hand comes up, brushes against that blue ribbon: )
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The large leaf, damp, he settles over Lan Zhan's crown is a balm of a kind; he's left a seal of cooling on it and allows it to radiate down, colder than he would for most. As soon as one hand reaches for the leaf, massive and casting a shadow deeper than some trickling streams of water winding down tree trunks in early morning rains.
Then, his hand comes up, brushes against that blue ribbon: )
Ribbon, please.