"That's what friends are for, Ling." Zizhen tells him honestly. "I'll be sticking around for a few days, if you don't mind? Die isn't expecting me back for a week anyway."
He pauses, then, clearly something on his mind, because he feels like he can't contain it any longer. He leans forward, grinning.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
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Lan Yuan. Sizhui. Lan Sizhui
That's his name.
A little dazed from that alone, he opens the package, gasping at the pristine ribbon inside. He looks up nervously, listening to his father's explanation of the gift he's just been given.
"Thank you, a-die." he says, soft and heartfelt. Wuxian dies a little bit, hearing his son call Lan Zhan that for the first time (since he wasn't present when he called him it before), and he clutches his husband's arm gleefully.
Yuan lifts the ribbon reverentially, biting his lip nervously before looking up at his fathers, uncertain if he should ask what he's about to, but feeling like it's important to do it anyway.
"Would you... would you tie it on for me?"
He said parents could touch it, right? And if Lan disciples usually started much, much younger, he's willing to be that the parent was usually the first person to tie the ribbon in place for a young disciple. His father had never had that opportunity, so Yuan wanted to give it to him now.
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"That's what friends are for, Ling." Zizhen tells him honestly. "I'll be sticking around for a few days, if you don't mind? Die isn't expecting me back for a week anyway."
He pauses, then, clearly something on his mind, because he feels like he can't contain it any longer. He leans forward, grinning.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
~~~
Lan Yuan. Sizhui. Lan Sizhui
That's his name.
A little dazed from that alone, he opens the package, gasping at the pristine ribbon inside. He looks up nervously, listening to his father's explanation of the gift he's just been given.
"Thank you, a-die." he says, soft and heartfelt. Wuxian dies a little bit, hearing his son call Lan Zhan that for the first time (since he wasn't present when he called him it before), and he clutches his husband's arm gleefully.
Yuan lifts the ribbon reverentially, biting his lip nervously before looking up at his fathers, uncertain if he should ask what he's about to, but feeling like it's important to do it anyway.
"Would you... would you tie it on for me?"
He said parents could touch it, right? And if Lan disciples usually started much, much younger, he's willing to be that the parent was usually the first person to tie the ribbon in place for a young disciple. His father had never had that opportunity, so Yuan wanted to give it to him now.