"I can stay over more. If we share the bed, it still leaves one open."
Neither of them have a roommate so really, they can stay in one room and move into the other if someone gets assigned to the empty bed. Wuxian doesn't know the rules about Submissives living with Submissives, but they'll play it off as staying over instead of actually moving in.
"Hmmm...more than afraid, I can protect you, too." While he does like to tease and make excuses to be closer to Lan Zhan, his pride is too great to pretend to need protection. "If I'm nearby, nobody can cause you problems." Aside from Wuxian himself.
Finding a place to sit near the kitchen, he removes his flute from the band tied around the waist.
Wei Wuxian's plan is as good as any. There are loopholes in the rules and laws of the Down. It's one of the several ways they can stay together.
He sees his flute. It's Chenqing. Lan Zhan remembers how Wei Ying uses the flute. To summon the dead. To control the fierce corpses. To evoke darkness and madness. "Mn. Your flute. Play for me. A soft song, perhaps. Try play something soft and sweet."
For once, Lan Zhan seems distracted. He seems focused on his work by the kitchen counter preparing their meal, but he is also daydreaming. Lost in a fantasy. "Mn. You're strong and handsome Wei Ying." He managed to tease...and tries his best to flirt. He'll let Wei Wuxian believe he's strong, but in the end, he does most of protecting him. Wei Ying protects his soft insides and the tenderness of his love for him that he hides away from others beneath the stoic exterior.
Lan Zhan is very touched and for once, he has a rare feeling of feeling content. It's something he always wanted to do. Cook for him, care for him, it's a simple pleasure of serving him. For him, it's almost akin to being married as he does everything to care for him.
The meal is prepared as Lan Zhan set the dishes on the table, which bowls of noodles. "Wei Ying, dinner is ready. Come eat." It's a simple meal, made of cheap quality, but it's good and hot, and fulfilling, and Lan Zhan made it himself. "I made yours spicy."
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Neither of them have a roommate so really, they can stay in one room and move into the other if someone gets assigned to the empty bed. Wuxian doesn't know the rules about Submissives living with Submissives, but they'll play it off as staying over instead of actually moving in.
"Hmmm...more than afraid, I can protect you, too." While he does like to tease and make excuses to be closer to Lan Zhan, his pride is too great to pretend to need protection. "If I'm nearby, nobody can cause you problems." Aside from Wuxian himself.
Finding a place to sit near the kitchen, he removes his flute from the band tied around the waist.
"I keep it with me. Do you have a request?"
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He sees his flute. It's Chenqing. Lan Zhan remembers how Wei Ying uses the flute. To summon the dead. To control the fierce corpses. To evoke darkness and madness. "Mn. Your flute. Play for me. A soft song, perhaps. Try play something soft and sweet."
For once, Lan Zhan seems distracted. He seems focused on his work by the kitchen counter preparing their meal, but he is also daydreaming. Lost in a fantasy. "Mn. You're strong and handsome Wei Ying." He managed to tease...and tries his best to flirt. He'll let Wei Wuxian believe he's strong, but in the end, he does most of protecting him. Wei Ying protects his soft insides and the tenderness of his love for him that he hides away from others beneath the stoic exterior.
Lan Zhan is very touched and for once, he has a rare feeling of feeling content. It's something he always wanted to do. Cook for him, care for him, it's a simple pleasure of serving him. For him, it's almost akin to being married as he does everything to care for him.
The meal is prepared as Lan Zhan set the dishes on the table, which bowls of noodles. "Wei Ying, dinner is ready. Come eat." It's a simple meal, made of cheap quality, but it's good and hot, and fulfilling, and Lan Zhan made it himself. "I made yours spicy."