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( this is the day that Wei Wuxian learns... how to send portraits to his husband.

selfies might be a generation and world many times removed from him, but he's never needed inspiration from other times to end up inspired himself, which is why Lan Zhan will have a message of an image that comes to his pendant. it's Wei Wuxian, attempting to look aggrieved, peering through his lashes and covering his mouth and part of his nose. it's almost, but not quite, hiding the fact he's smiling, and that the creases at the corners of his eyes aren't from pain. )

But who's going to apply it?

Make do.

Lan Zhaaaan!

( behold, he's now flopped dramatically on said sleeping surface! this sad little guy, is he not pathetic. where you bit him. )

You have a son.

Who, in kindness, has not bitten me since his youth. What's your excuse?

( the photo this time, exaggerated doe eyes from where he's curled sideways on the bed. )

( ...note to self: see that Sizhui learns how to take such portraits. With rabbits. )

Memory deserts me.

We could both be here, enjoying ourselves... instead of pickling, ah?

( do not ask your son to likewise pose now by having rolled into his back, hair tossed up so it spreads in a halo around his head, collars... loosened... to display clavicle. h o t. this is so saucy he almost doesn't miss his chili sauce.

almost. )

( S h a m e l e s s. )

See yourself to decency.

( the vee of his robes now nudging open enough to see a whole hands breadth of his upper chest exposed. the salve has been set to sprawling in the halo of his bed mussed hair. )

Alas, I'm too overcome to be contained...! I come apart at the seams, wanting.

( the real question is: is this a threat of what wen qing will have to deal with or not? )

A day fever. Wen Qing will be alerted.

( there is progressively more chest in these photographs, though he's chosen a slight preference for the right side over the left. smoother skin and all it doesn't have to say about the past. he's biting down on his lower lip, peering up at his pendant with a Hopeful Look. also again trying to hide his inclination to smile: hence the teeth sunk into his lower lip. )

Burning up for you, left alone and unquenched, thrown on the mercy of a doctor who'll laugh at the both of us...

( That moment when you know far too well you are being toyed with. )

Will you speak these hurts to Wen Qing?

Likely, yes.

( he doesn't find reason to keep from her the absurdity when she's... one of his closest friends.

and after here, there's too high a chance he'll never have any chance to say anything to her ever again. not if everything back home remains unchanging.

also congrats, he fails to send a photograph this time!!! )