(There is absolutely no way that Lan Qiren would have given his blessing to anything currently transpiring in this room. stay pressed lan xiansheng)
Jin Guangyao holds his hand still as Lan Xichen wraps the red silk ribbon around their wrists, aware intellectually that this is not the first time that he has handled this sacred symbol of Gusu Lan restraint, but now--now--to do so is his right. As family. He brushes his thumb across the red fabric with an indescribable softness in his eyes, lips parted as though he wants to speak, but can't come up with the right words. Well, when in doubt, it never hurts to use someone else's words instead. That's what poetry is good for, isn't it?
He's always been good at poetry recitation; an eidetic memory means he won't forget the words, and can instead embellish the delivery as he pleases. This time there's little flourish in poet Guan Daosheng's simple words; they speak for themselves, and once he's finished, Jin Guangyao bows his head to press a kiss to Lan Xichen's fingers.
cw for cavity-inducing sweetness, u have been warned
stay pressed lan xiansheng)Jin Guangyao holds his hand still as Lan Xichen wraps the red silk ribbon around their wrists, aware intellectually that this is not the first time that he has handled this sacred symbol of Gusu Lan restraint, but now--now--to do so is his right. As family. He brushes his thumb across the red fabric with an indescribable softness in his eyes, lips parted as though he wants to speak, but can't come up with the right words. Well, when in doubt, it never hurts to use someone else's words instead. That's what poetry is good for, isn't it?
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He's always been good at poetry recitation; an eidetic memory means he won't forget the words, and can instead embellish the delivery as he pleases. This time there's little flourish in poet Guan Daosheng's simple words; they speak for themselves, and once he's finished, Jin Guangyao bows his head to press a kiss to Lan Xichen's fingers.