Likewise, being asked for help would not always have been a matter of course, and Lan Wangji gladly leans down to grasp Wei Ying's hand. He ignores an ill lurch of his stomach quickly pulls him up to the ledge, steadying him with his other hand around his arm as they both get to their feet. From this position, his gaze falls once more on the orchid pin nestled in Wei Ying's hair and lingers there. Admiring... the craftsmanship.
But Wei Ying's excitement is impossible to remain untouched by and he allows himself a peek at his face so close to his own, radiant with delight. If there had ever been a moment's doubt that Wei Ying would enjoy this gift, it seems so foolish now. Isn't sneaking on a roof truly where Wei Ying is meant to be?
His own small part in Wei Ying's joy has his gaze dropping with an almost shy smile, squeezing his arm briefly before releasing him and turning to lead the way across the flat tiles of the wall. "Come on."
The wall lines a small courtyard, aglow in the warm light of pumpkin lanterns but otherwise silent. In its center grows a large maple tree, whose branches are adorned with a child's ghost and monster puppets for the holiday. Set up around it are a few currently empty stalls. Hopefully the fact that this is only some sort of business already closed for the night, and not someone's residence will not dampen the enjoyment too much.
With assured steps, Lan Wangji leads the way up to the actual roof comfortably angled and facing the courtyard. From a tavern a few doors down, faint music drifts over on the wind, and he gestures for his companion to take a seat and give his verdict of the spot.
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Date: 2022-01-02 06:15 pm (UTC)ignores an ill lurch of his stomachquickly pulls him up to the ledge, steadying him with his other hand around his arm as they both get to their feet. From this position, his gaze falls once more on the orchid pin nestled in Wei Ying's hair and lingers there. Admiring... the craftsmanship.But Wei Ying's excitement is impossible to remain untouched by and he allows himself a peek at his face so close to his own, radiant with delight. If there had ever been a moment's doubt that Wei Ying would enjoy this gift, it seems so foolish now. Isn't sneaking on a roof truly where Wei Ying is meant to be?
His own small part in Wei Ying's joy has his gaze dropping with an almost shy smile, squeezing his arm briefly before releasing him and turning to lead the way across the flat tiles of the wall. "Come on."
The wall lines a small courtyard, aglow in the warm light of pumpkin lanterns but otherwise silent. In its center grows a large maple tree, whose branches are adorned with a child's ghost and monster puppets for the holiday. Set up around it are a few currently empty stalls. Hopefully the fact that this is only some sort of business already closed for the night, and not someone's residence will not dampen the enjoyment too much.
With assured steps, Lan Wangji leads the way up to the actual roof comfortably angled and facing the courtyard. From a tavern a few doors down, faint music drifts over on the wind, and he gestures for his companion to take a seat and give his verdict of the spot.