At precisely five, there's a deep clamor of bells announcing the start of the day. However, Lan Zhan doesn't stir like he normally would as he doesn't hear them. He's tired from the long, emotional journey and the late night of sex, incredibly cozy around his husband, and oddly he isn't hearing any of the normal cues to tell him morning has arrived like the morning lark's call.
At least an hour late, he wakes feeling disoriented. Sitting up he looks around the room confused as to why he wasn't hearing anything. He looks down at Wuxian, but he remembers his husband's condition so he leaves him alone. Carefully, he gets up and dresses so he doesn't wake his spouse.
As he steps around the wooden curtain, he winces. The abrupt wave of sound after the eerie quiet has him putting his hands to his ears. Puzzled, he takes a few steps back toward the other side of the room. Silence again.
Oh no.
He looks at the talisman more carefully and his cheeks flush crimson! He whirls around to look at their son.
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2021-08-30 02:06 (UTC)At least an hour late, he wakes feeling disoriented. Sitting up he looks around the room confused as to why he wasn't hearing anything. He looks down at Wuxian, but he remembers his husband's condition so he leaves him alone. Carefully, he gets up and dresses so he doesn't wake his spouse.
As he steps around the wooden curtain, he winces. The abrupt wave of sound after the eerie quiet has him putting his hands to his ears. Puzzled, he takes a few steps back toward the other side of the room. Silence again.
Oh no.
He looks at the talisman more carefully and his cheeks flush crimson! He whirls around to look at their son.