Sometimes it really is hard to accept that this is his reality now, and not some kind of undeservedly merciful dream. What would the cultivation world think of this as his afterlife? Being doted on by its best constituent to a nearly incomprehensible degree. It seems a lot like getting away with something, even if they're not in Cloud Recesses and this is perfectly above board and he's not even sitting that close, to have his heart in his throat this way. For someone with a history of throwing himself into getting Lan Zhan's attention, having it is no less of a wonderful trial. It's formidable is what it is. As would be expected, if expecting it didn't seem like an exercise in madness, and for a shocked moment he can only stare in disbelief.
But peace can't last, and he scolds too loud for an evening roof, thrilled and transported, "Hanguang-jun, I can't believe you! And there's no one I can even tell, not that anyone else would believe me." He takes the pair of bottles with careful hands, smoothing his thumb over the lavish embossing in something like reverence before he meets Lan Zhan's eyes again, sincerity dipping in and out of mischief with dragonfly agility. "Thank you, for all of this. I only wish I could share." His mouth twists into something wry and remembering, but he won't do any making fun, not when he's been so spoiled. He cuts his eyes to the side, turning that impulse inward and towards the past. "But now the night really is perfect. I never thought I'd have this again, you know. Even before. I said so."
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Date: 2022-02-12 08:05 pm (UTC)But peace can't last, and he scolds too loud for an evening roof, thrilled and transported, "Hanguang-jun, I can't believe you! And there's no one I can even tell, not that anyone else would believe me." He takes the pair of bottles with careful hands, smoothing his thumb over the lavish embossing in something like reverence before he meets Lan Zhan's eyes again, sincerity dipping in and out of mischief with dragonfly agility. "Thank you, for all of this. I only wish I could share." His mouth twists into something wry and remembering, but he won't do any making fun, not when he's been so spoiled. He cuts his eyes to the side, turning that impulse inward and towards the past. "But now the night really is perfect. I never thought I'd have this again, you know. Even before. I said so."