He's asleep within moments, breaths coming slow and steady. This new body isn't accustomed to Wei Wuxian's tendency to run himself into the ground, only to be laid up for days recovering. But with little sense of time and nothing urgent to wake him, he lets himself sleep deeply, despite the sticky heat.
His dreams, as ever, are heavy with memory, scenes that leave him empty and clinging for any small measure of hope through dark times. So if his fingers happen to reach for whatever is nearest as he sleeps, he hardly notices, at least until the warmth gets to be stifling, and he blinks blearily awake several hours later. He starts to roll, to pull himself up, but there's a weight around his waist, and he startles a bit when he realizes it's Lan Wangji.
If not for the heat, it would be pleasant, he thinks, and smiles fondly at Lan Zhan's peaceful sleeping face. The dream must be nice because there's a flicker of a smile on his usually stern mouth. But now that he's awake, his stomach decides to remind him that half a bun and bits of bread in the last 36 or so hours is probably not enough. Now, if he can just untangle himself without waking Lan Zhan...
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His dreams, as ever, are heavy with memory, scenes that leave him empty and clinging for any small measure of hope through dark times. So if his fingers happen to reach for whatever is nearest as he sleeps, he hardly notices, at least until the warmth gets to be stifling, and he blinks blearily awake several hours later. He starts to roll, to pull himself up, but there's a weight around his waist, and he startles a bit when he realizes it's Lan Wangji.
If not for the heat, it would be pleasant, he thinks, and smiles fondly at Lan Zhan's peaceful sleeping face. The dream must be nice because there's a flicker of a smile on his usually stern mouth. But now that he's awake, his stomach decides to remind him that half a bun and bits of bread in the last 36 or so hours is probably not enough. Now, if he can just untangle himself without waking Lan Zhan...