[with the first gulp, a memory, sharp in his mind and his mouth with newness:
--everything is warm and hazy, almost enough to overlay your irritation. There's a firm touch on your hands, moving them away from your ears. You allow it.
“Alright. He’s gone. You can’t hear or see him anymore," Wei Wuxian says.
You look at him, because it's very hard to look at anything else when he's in the same room. He looks back at you and grins. It's no longer jarring on his changed face.
“Lan Zhan, you’re still gonna answer whatever I ask? Do whatever I tell you to?”
You trust him. Mine, you think, without second guessing like you usually do -- the haze smooths the edges of the thought. “Mnn.”
His grin widens. “Take off your forehead ribbon.”
It's for him, so that's fine. A fine request. You reach up slowly--]
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--everything is warm and hazy, almost enough to overlay your irritation. There's a firm touch on your hands, moving them away from your ears. You allow it.
“Alright. He’s gone. You can’t hear or see him anymore," Wei Wuxian says.
You look at him, because it's very hard to look at anything else when he's in the same room. He looks back at you and grins. It's no longer jarring on his changed face.
“Lan Zhan, you’re still gonna answer whatever I ask? Do whatever I tell you to?”
You trust him. Mine, you think, without second guessing like you usually do -- the haze smooths the edges of the thought. “Mnn.”
His grin widens. “Take off your forehead ribbon.”
It's for him, so that's fine. A fine request. You reach up slowly--]