[when they first arrived, wei wuxian had thought that this world offered him his only chance: his only chance to avoid the nothingness of death. his only chance to be with lan wangji. his only chance to be anything but reviled. since then he's been reassured that nothing can keep them apart, that to be torn from lan zhan's arms here really just means running into them somewhere else.

still. aefenglom is special.

he blinks when his husband cups his face, but smiles and wrinkles his nose in a shameless attempt to be endearing.

it must work. bright laughter spills from his lips after the kiss.]

Lan Zhan, I know I don't do enough around the house, but I don't think that offering to make a little tea deserves that much appreciation.