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A call:
When Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are working side by side in the jingshi and Wei Ying is chasing his newest textual fixation, Lan Zhan will pour Wei Ying tea and place snacks in easy-to-retrieve areas —so easy that Wei Ying doesn't even notice their arrival, just reaches out on instinct. Lan Zhan will grind ink and fetch paper so that Wei Ying doesn't have to, thrilled to see him eat and work without a care in the world, his muscles and the soft parts of his body filling out as surely as Lan Zhan's heart. Sometimes Lan Zhan feels so full of love, so happy and content that he can protect Wei Ying in this lifetime, that he can't help himself, placing a kiss on the top of Wei Ying's head as he works.
Wei Ying is too engrossed in his work to respond, but afterwards, he'll feel Lan Zhan's love like the impact of a blanket, carefully draped over someone who wasn't cold-cold but maybe needed just a thin layer, a quick kiss of comfort and love and 'a loved one is thinking about you'.
A response:
When Lan Zhan wakes up early and works late into the night on Chief Cultivator business, Wei Ying will take advantage of the time when Lan Zhan is there to drape himself over Lan Zhan in the early morning and pepper his face with kisses at night. If Lan Zhan is out, he gets distracted while writing so that the ink dries on his brush and it takes ages to clean them afterwards even with the right talismans and makes up for it by napping on the table. He sneaks off to the kitchens so Lan Zhan always has the freshest vegetables when he visits the rabbits, Wei Ying pouring Lan Zhan's favorite tea and shaking out his blankets so they smell fresh, leaving doodles in Lan Zhan 's correspondence because they make him smile.
Lan Zhan comes home to see candles lit inside, and even though he's exhausted, rubbing his drooping eyelids while valiantly stifling a yawn, he smiles to see the tangible imprints of Wei Ying making himself at home in his house that was empty for so long.