Lan Wangji settles in, holding his own tea and watching the steam curling away from its surface. He is still silent; he can break this silence in time, if it becomes necessary, but in this moment, it has the feeling of something necessary, something that tucks them safely away from the outside world.
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Date: 2024-07-24 09:27 pm (UTC)