( Then this is only a beginning, and he holds out his arm, like a gallant gentleman. Or more like he's inviting her into his proximity again, while he continues to lick and nibble his rabbit, uncaring of how it looks. He's too distracted by the rest, and wanting a pace away from the memories of a river of lights, beautiful as they are.
Lan Zhan may be content enough in her lack of need for wishing, but he doesn't know he can be for others. Only for himself.
That said, it's an easy walk back into the thinner crowds on this street, and word passed along that someone may have arranged for fireworks from a barge out on the lake. He hears as much, quirking a brow to Lan Zhan. )
[She takes his arm and walks alongside him as they wander through
the festival. This part of the festivities means it’s quieter. Less
populated. She watched how he enjoys the sweet treat out of the corner of
her eye. When they pass by an alley that is empty, she shoves him into it
and a giant the wall. Lan Wangji presses entirely against him and kisses
him, soft tongue darting out to taste the sweetness on his lips slowly
before pulling away just as suddenly]
( he's fairly sure the fireworks have already been happening, when she's shoved him up against a wall and claimed his mouth like she has something to prove. which he'd think more about, if his head wasn't currently feeling like the rest of him was, hyperaware of each point of contact between them before she's pulling away like a windstorm. )
... Huh?
( brain, where did you go? )
Ah, yes, yes, the fireworks, haaaah. You sure we didn't just see them?
( his heart hammers, and his thoughts clutter, and he smiles, because of course he does. he doesn't know what to make of certain things, but he can read her physical cues, and it knots around his heart, wanting to meet up to this new thing, this new ask, this change in dynamics. she who walks by him and handles the business of sects playing poorly on the same testing ground; she who tips missives requesting silly things into the brazier night to night. kindling, he thinks, for the world she doesn't need to see reformed in the wake of jin guangyao's deceit and death.
he swallows, and pushes off the wall, taking steps to her side, then past, arm held out in offer. to see the fireworks, to watch the sky explode in colours as he's company who wants to be at his side, to feel their matching fireworks light up underneath their skin, it's a heady thing, and a new thing, and he wants it with her.
step by step, to wherever nearby is, and stopping at the bank that's wound itself back through, smelling of water and the hint of river weeds, but altogether not unpleasant. people are nearby, families and friends, not so crowded as it is further down, closer to where this town opens up to the water of its lake, where most the fireworks are being handled, on boats tied together as a long series of platforms across the water. closer to the excitement, and here they are, waiting further back, still infected by the crowd's anticipation.
[She brings them to the smaller crowd along the river buyt keeps her
distance as she always does. Lan Wangji stays silent at his question to
listen for the whistle and crackle through the air. Soon enough, the light
show explodes above them. Children clap gleefully and adults point and gasp
in wonder at the different patterns in the sky. She tilts her head up to
watch them, never really enjoyed them before with her family or on her
own.]
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( He quirks a smile, giving the rabbit another lick. )
Lan Zhan, are you tired?
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[Her eyes fall on the rabbit as he takes another taste of it]
There are other things to see.
[Shes put up with his reading before. She can put up with it now]
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Lan Zhan may be content enough in her lack of need for wishing, but he doesn't know he can be for others. Only for himself.
That said, it's an easy walk back into the thinner crowds on this street, and word passed along that someone may have arranged for fireworks from a barge out on the lake. He hears as much, quirking a brow to Lan Zhan. )
Thoughts?
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[She takes his arm and walks alongside him as they wander through the festival. This part of the festivities means it’s quieter. Less populated. She watched how he enjoys the sweet treat out of the corner of her eye. When they pass by an alley that is empty, she shoves him into it and a giant the wall. Lan Wangji presses entirely against him and kisses him, soft tongue darting out to taste the sweetness on his lips slowly before pulling away just as suddenly]
Mmn. Fireworks would be enjoyable.
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... Huh?
( brain, where did you go? )
Ah, yes, yes, the fireworks, haaaah. You sure we didn't just see them?
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[She can't help the little smirk she has when he seems dazed after her kiss.]
I saw some just now.
[To anyone, Hanguang Jun is merely stating a fact. But to Wei Ying, she is teasing him.]
Would Wei Ying like to see them again?
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Oh, yes, Wei Ying would, though maybe after the ones everyone else has eyes for seeing, too?
( while making no move to leave. )
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[She nods then steps back to give him room to peel off of the wall]
There should be a good spot to see them nearby.
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he swallows, and pushes off the wall, taking steps to her side, then past, arm held out in offer. to see the fireworks, to watch the sky explode in colours as he's company who wants to be at his side, to feel their matching fireworks light up underneath their skin, it's a heady thing, and a new thing, and he wants it with her.
step by step, to wherever nearby is, and stopping at the bank that's wound itself back through, smelling of water and the hint of river weeds, but altogether not unpleasant. people are nearby, families and friends, not so crowded as it is further down, closer to where this town opens up to the water of its lake, where most the fireworks are being handled, on boats tied together as a long series of platforms across the water. closer to the excitement, and here they are, waiting further back, still infected by the crowd's anticipation.
he leans in, shoulder against hers. )
Which ones are your favourite, Lan Zhan?
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[She brings them to the smaller crowd along the river buyt keeps her distance as she always does. Lan Wangji stays silent at his question to listen for the whistle and crackle through the air. Soon enough, the light show explodes above them. Children clap gleefully and adults point and gasp in wonder at the different patterns in the sky. She tilts her head up to watch them, never really enjoyed them before with her family or on her own.]
Which ones are Wei Ying's favorite?