( Self-care is not easy for Wei Wuxian, and might never be, particularly. His cup runneth over enough for the people he takes as being his, the ones he cares for deeply, and those he cares for in a more just capacity, less about family, more about duty and regard for his own moral compass. It doesn't always align with what others thing of as right or wrong, and he doesn't mind that, only finds frustration in butting heads with finding a way forward.
Lan Zhan letting him bathe him in attention under the hot spray of water cascading around them, leaving them hot or cold in turns, or both, is easy for him to sink into. To act, when he has no idea what he's doing, because it's grounding and reaffirming. It's not that he doesn't now know Lan Zhan takes care of him, or that he hasn't started reframing that in his mind; he enjoys it, he realises, with the kind of selfish high he'd be talked down on in various circumstances.
But not here. He screws up, and it doesn't leave him metaphorically flayed by anyone other than himself, and that's a bit new, too, outside of his shijie.
Called handsome in turn, he laughs, touching the tip of his nose to Lan Zhan's. )
Very handsome, you're right. ( The crooked smile says he's accepting it as more than a simple statement of fact: that it's not simply an aesthetic observation, just like what he said wasn't, for all it was also blatantly flirtatious. ) Feel free to eaten whenever, ah?
( Jesting. JESTING. With a wink, and then the hand at Lan Zhan's back with the sponge still clutched in it pulls back around, and he turns in the limited space after squirming around to apply more soap, and return to scrubbing Lan Zhan's abdomen.
In the end, still pressing kisses to where he cleans, he slides around Lan Zhan's side to continue over his back, collecting the trailing ends of his hair to plaster to either side of his neck. With small comments and praises for Lan Zhan the entire time (he may have a two way Thing for this, but as of yet, he hasn't quite pinged to it) he slowly finishes up bathing his back... and then pauses. )
... Oh, drats, I should have washed your hair first.
( Which is so silly to him, because the point would be saving on scrubbing him down again, because shampoo leaves residue, right? That he ends up laughing, resting his forehead on Lan Zhan's shoulder and looping his arms around his waist. )
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Lan Zhan letting him bathe him in attention under the hot spray of water cascading around them, leaving them hot or cold in turns, or both, is easy for him to sink into. To act, when he has no idea what he's doing, because it's grounding and reaffirming. It's not that he doesn't now know Lan Zhan takes care of him, or that he hasn't started reframing that in his mind; he enjoys it, he realises, with the kind of selfish high he'd be talked down on in various circumstances.
But not here. He screws up, and it doesn't leave him metaphorically flayed by anyone other than himself, and that's a bit new, too, outside of his shijie.
Called handsome in turn, he laughs, touching the tip of his nose to Lan Zhan's. )
Very handsome, you're right. ( The crooked smile says he's accepting it as more than a simple statement of fact: that it's not simply an aesthetic observation, just like what he said wasn't, for all it was also blatantly flirtatious. ) Feel free to eaten whenever, ah?
( Jesting. JESTING. With a wink, and then the hand at Lan Zhan's back with the sponge still clutched in it pulls back around, and he turns in the limited space after squirming around to apply more soap, and return to scrubbing Lan Zhan's abdomen.
In the end, still pressing kisses to where he cleans, he slides around Lan Zhan's side to continue over his back, collecting the trailing ends of his hair to plaster to either side of his neck. With small comments and praises for Lan Zhan the entire time (he may have a two way Thing for this, but as of yet, he hasn't quite pinged to it) he slowly finishes up bathing his back... and then pauses. )
... Oh, drats, I should have washed your hair first.
( Which is so silly to him, because the point would be saving on scrubbing him down again, because shampoo leaves residue, right? That he ends up laughing, resting his forehead on Lan Zhan's shoulder and looping his arms around his waist. )