"It was Jingyi," he admits, smiling shyly, thinking about that first awkward press of lips fondly. "he kissed me... and then he fainted." he laughs.
It had been terrifying at the time, but it's kind of funny now - and he can guess Jin Ling could probably do with something to laugh about.
~~~
It's almost the perfect end to the day - if only Jin Ling were here to share it, then it would be perfect. Still, it's nice to spend a comfortable, happy evening with the family he never thought he'd have, to play qin with his father.
"Goodnight, a-die," he says with a soft smile when Lan Zhan retires. Wuxian waits all of five minutes before pulling out one of the liquor bottles and grinning at his son.
"Lan Sizhui. You are a good, upstanding Lan boy who does not drink," he intones "....starting tomorrow." he grins, pulling out two cups.
"So have a drink with your baba before you have to start behaving, hmm?"
Yuan laughs lightly, joining his father at the table.
He regrets it, a little, the next morning when he has to rise at five am, but the nervous excitement means he's not as tired as he should be as he ties his new ribbon in place and turns his attention to the pristine white Lan robes that have been laid out for him.
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2021-09-03 21:45 (UTC)Zizhen blushes, but he nods.
"It was Jingyi," he admits, smiling shyly, thinking about that first awkward press of lips fondly. "he kissed me... and then he fainted." he laughs.
It had been terrifying at the time, but it's kind of funny now - and he can guess Jin Ling could probably do with something to laugh about.
~~~
It's almost the perfect end to the day - if only Jin Ling were here to share it, then it would be perfect. Still, it's nice to spend a comfortable, happy evening with the family he never thought he'd have, to play qin with his father.
"Goodnight, a-die," he says with a soft smile when Lan Zhan retires. Wuxian waits all of five minutes before pulling out one of the liquor bottles and grinning at his son.
"Lan Sizhui. You are a good, upstanding Lan boy who does not drink," he intones "....starting tomorrow." he grins, pulling out two cups.
"So have a drink with your baba before you have to start behaving, hmm?"
Yuan laughs lightly, joining his father at the table.
He regrets it, a little, the next morning when he has to rise at five am, but the nervous excitement means he's not as tired as he should be as he ties his new ribbon in place and turns his attention to the pristine white Lan robes that have been laid out for him.