[ The look Wei Wuxian cuts him is knowing and delighted both. There's a singular moment, a bare blink of time that passes between statement and comprehension and it's one of the few indulgences Wei Wuxian refuses to feel guilty about: Lan Wangji being funny. He's never quite prepared for it, and therein lies the joy. No one expects it. Wei Wuxian is only just learning to, understanding that this Hanguang-jun is not the Hanguang-jun of his past. This one makes jokes. This one makes jokes with Wei Wuxian. A privilege, but more than that, too.
It's warm.
Even just watching him like this--regal still as he gifts Little Apple more than a donkey so stubborn really deserves--feels like peeking past a screen he shouldn't have. He grins only because he can't help it, because he has reason to, and gestures wide to the grasses crowding either side of the road. ]
As well he should, have you seen this grass? [ It's not bad grass, of course. It's perfectly pleasant grass. The donkey had grown fat and spoiled on Gusu greenery and everything has paled in comparison since their departure, whether it's true or not. ] You see, sometimes--Lan Zhan. Sometimes Gusu is just better at what it offers the world.
[ He sniffs, mock-imperious. ]
But only sometimes. Don't let it go to your head. And--! [ He's swung in around Little Apple, daring to crowd closer to Lan Wangji, as if the subject matter is at all important--as if it requires him low and conspiratorial and vaguely threatening. ] Don't you go repeating that, either. I'll deny every word of it. You have no proof.
no subject
It's warm.
Even just watching him like this--regal still as he gifts Little Apple more than a donkey so stubborn really deserves--feels like peeking past a screen he shouldn't have. He grins only because he can't help it, because he has reason to, and gestures wide to the grasses crowding either side of the road. ]
As well he should, have you seen this grass? [ It's not bad grass, of course. It's perfectly pleasant grass. The donkey had grown fat and spoiled on Gusu greenery and everything has paled in comparison since their departure, whether it's true or not. ] You see, sometimes--Lan Zhan. Sometimes Gusu is just better at what it offers the world.
[ He sniffs, mock-imperious. ]
But only sometimes. Don't let it go to your head. And--! [ He's swung in around Little Apple, daring to crowd closer to Lan Wangji, as if the subject matter is at all important--as if it requires him low and conspiratorial and vaguely threatening. ] Don't you go repeating that, either. I'll deny every word of it. You have no proof.