He laughs, though it kind of hurts to do it. "Sorry! Don't tell him I said that!" Not that Yuan would likely get embarrassed exactly but he deserved to be treated better than that. Still, there was a wistful grin for just a moment remembering.. wishing. He'd never have that again probably. Yuan was going to forget about him before too long, he was sure.
"Crying? Why was he.. aww, Zizhen!" He laughs again. "That sounds pitiful! What did you do to him?! Okay that part with Hanguang Jun is my favorite part. What did he do? Can you try and make his face?" They both knew Lan Wangji's face probably barely moved, which was half the joke.
"I'm glad you two are finally doing stuff. I've been rooting for you for a while now."
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"No one will be about," he reassures when Yuan looks concerned about what he's wearing. The outer robe though, is met with a nod of approval.
As Sizhui recognizes the path, Lan Zhan pauses and nods encouragingly. "You belong here. I'm with you, don't be afraid." Once at the very end of the path, he shows Sizhui where to place the folded robes. "These are the cold springs, sacred to our clan. They help us channel our golden core through discipline and numbing other senses till only it remains. As you build your core, the heat will protect you from the water becoming too dangerous for you to be in long. As of right now, you'll only be in a short time. Even briefly though, the waters have a cleansing, healing power for both the body and the spirit. Whenever I feel unbalanced and need help recentering, cleansing, or healing I return here."
He tugs on the cord of his own robe and slowly slip it off, folding each layer as he goes. "You're leaving your old life behind today. I hope this will help you feel that fresh start." He gives his son a smile when he's down to his inner layer. "Join me, when you feel comfortable enough." He steps into the water and very careful draws his robes up as he sinks lower until his waist covered. He then takes the robe off and with a gesture the fabric floats from his hand back to the pile, folding itself.
Giving his son privacy, whether he feels the need or not, Lan Zhan turns his back and continues to the center of the springs.
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"Crying? Why was he.. aww, Zizhen!" He laughs again. "That sounds pitiful! What did you do to him?! Okay that part with Hanguang Jun is my favorite part. What did he do? Can you try and make his face?" They both knew Lan Wangji's face probably barely moved, which was half the joke.
"I'm glad you two are finally doing stuff. I've been rooting for you for a while now."
~~~
"No one will be about," he reassures when Yuan looks concerned about what he's wearing. The outer robe though, is met with a nod of approval.
As Sizhui recognizes the path, Lan Zhan pauses and nods encouragingly. "You belong here. I'm with you, don't be afraid." Once at the very end of the path, he shows Sizhui where to place the folded robes. "These are the cold springs, sacred to our clan. They help us channel our golden core through discipline and numbing other senses till only it remains. As you build your core, the heat will protect you from the water becoming too dangerous for you to be in long. As of right now, you'll only be in a short time. Even briefly though, the waters have a cleansing, healing power for both the body and the spirit. Whenever I feel unbalanced and need help recentering, cleansing, or healing I return here."
He tugs on the cord of his own robe and slowly slip it off, folding each layer as he goes. "You're leaving your old life behind today. I hope this will help you feel that fresh start." He gives his son a smile when he's down to his inner layer. "Join me, when you feel comfortable enough." He steps into the water and very careful draws his robes up as he sinks lower until his waist covered. He then takes the robe off and with a gesture the fabric floats from his hand back to the pile, folding itself.
Giving his son privacy, whether he feels the need or not, Lan Zhan turns his back and continues to the center of the springs.