Jin Ling whines softly in his sleep. The subtle reminder he's not alone was so nice and he curls tighter against Zizhen's side. Whatever this warm, wonderful thing is he wants more of it. He wraps his arm more firmly around his waist and if straight up bear hugging him wasn't shameless enough, he hooks his leg around his friend too. Zizhen you always wanted to know what it was like to be used as a body pillow, right?
He snuggles his face against the nearest part to him and sighs contently. This was better. He didn't even remember those awful things that were bothering him a few moments ago. He'll have to remember to ask Jiujiu if he can keep this.. whatever it was.
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Jingyi bows with gratitude. This was one more time among dozens Wei-qianbei has gone out of his way to treat the young man well- better than his own family. If it wouldn't be frowned on severely and make him feel too weird about it, he just might have been grateful enough to hug the man. Fortunately his pride held and they were all spared that unlanylike-display.
As they left, Lan Zhan places a light hand on Yuan's forehead and closed his eyes. He feels for his son's spiritual energy while his other hand on his wrist was channeling in his own. Was this working? Was there any improvements? If he has to endure the death of his son after everything he's had to handle with Wei Wuxian, he's not sure he's that strong.
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He snuggles his face against the nearest part to him and sighs contently. This was better. He didn't even remember those awful things that were bothering him a few moments ago. He'll have to remember to ask Jiujiu if he can keep this.. whatever it was.
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Jingyi bows with gratitude. This was one more time among dozens Wei-qianbei has gone out of his way to treat the young man well- better than his own family. If it wouldn't be frowned on severely and make him feel too weird about it, he just might have been grateful enough to hug the man. Fortunately his pride held and they were all spared that unlanylike-display.
As they left, Lan Zhan places a light hand on Yuan's forehead and closed his eyes. He feels for his son's spiritual energy while his other hand on his wrist was channeling in his own. Was this working? Was there any improvements? If he has to endure the death of his son after everything he's had to handle with Wei Wuxian, he's not sure he's that strong.