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Wei Wuxian sits cross-legged on the floor, a ribbon between her teeth, trying to braid her own hair. Lan Wangji watches from the vanity, amused.
"Let me."
She settles behind Wei Wuxian, fingers gentle, pulling strands into place. Wei Wuxian hums, leaning back into her touch.
"Your turn," Wei Wuxian says, spinning around. She grabs a brush and a pot of rouge. Lan Wangji closes her eyes, trusting.
Wei Wuxian paints her lips carefully, softly, then presses her own against them.
"Beautiful," she whispers.
Lan Wangji opens her eyes. "We are not going anywhere, Wei Ying."
Wei Wuxian grins. "Exactly."