( Another laugh as the second sock is folded and set aside, Wei Wuxian patting Lan Zhan's forearm in return. )
You can't nurse them, ( he says, the pretense of a serious expression flitting across his features, ) at least not off your body, and they're a bit old for that, aren't they?
( He's already on his feet and moving away, outer robe and socks and even boots going with him, laughter lingering behind. By the basket with the clean robes, Wei Wuxian sets down his burden and pauses. An odd... movement? The small furrow of his brows marries the equally small frown on his lips: he reaches out, twitching back the blue.
His eyes widen. His head whips around, staring at his splayed out husband, crushed beneath the heat of the world, communing with a leaf. )
Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!
( Wei Wuxian is, approximately, squeaking. He makes a waving motion, and then pauses, and waves off the prior motion. One familiar furry face pops up over the side of the basket, and he gives up, leaning down to scoop the basket into his arms and shuffle-scurrying toward the human shaped defeat draped on stone.
The mixture of excitement and tension and concern on Wei Wuxian's face isn't sweet, perhaps, not with an unknown, but he's kneeling next to his defanged, death seeking husband, the twin to his soul's light, and all but settles the basket between them.
Again, one familiar face pokes up and over, sniffing the air, long ears twitching. Wei Wuxian's staring past her, into the basket. He says, voice filled with disproportionate wonder: )
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( Another laugh as the second sock is folded and set aside, Wei Wuxian patting Lan Zhan's forearm in return. )
You can't nurse them, ( he says, the pretense of a serious expression flitting across his features, ) at least not off your body, and they're a bit old for that, aren't they?
( He's already on his feet and moving away, outer robe and socks and even boots going with him, laughter lingering behind. By the basket with the clean robes, Wei Wuxian sets down his burden and pauses. An odd... movement? The small furrow of his brows marries the equally small frown on his lips: he reaches out, twitching back the blue.
His eyes widen. His head whips around, staring at his splayed out husband, crushed beneath the heat of the world, communing with a leaf. )
Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!
( Wei Wuxian is, approximately, squeaking. He makes a waving motion, and then pauses, and waves off the prior motion. One familiar furry face pops up over the side of the basket, and he gives up, leaning down to scoop the basket into his arms and shuffle-scurrying toward the human shaped defeat draped on stone.
The mixture of excitement and tension and concern on Wei Wuxian's face isn't sweet, perhaps, not with an unknown, but he's kneeling next to his defanged, death seeking husband, the twin to his soul's light, and all but settles the basket between them.
Again, one familiar face pokes up and over, sniffing the air, long ears twitching. Wei Wuxian's staring past her, into the basket. He says, voice filled with disproportionate wonder: )
We're grandfathers!