[ Wei Ying is always quick to move, where Lan Wangji likes to linger where he wishes to stay.
Still, he gets out of Wei Ying's way. He can do that.
He waits inside the bathroom, standing ramrod straight, careful not to move, not to betray his trust and peek. He doesn't move a single inch from the spot he was left. Instead, he looks off to the side of the mirror, though in his peripheral gaze he catches the sight of himself. Peerless, jaded, calm as always.
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Still, he gets out of Wei Ying's way. He can do that.
He waits inside the bathroom, standing ramrod straight, careful not to move, not to betray his trust and peek. He doesn't move a single inch from the spot he was left. Instead, he looks off to the side of the mirror, though in his peripheral gaze he catches the sight of himself. Peerless, jaded, calm as always.
Inside, a storm. ]