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The rain is prattling softly against the roof tiles and from the view of the opened windows he could see the Cloud Recesses engulfed in its mist. It is still quite early in the morning, so early that the Lan Sect has not yet woken up.
In the Jingshi, the bed is occupied by two lean figures, one laid down underneath covers and sleeping, the other sitting up and awake, dressed only in a thin robe with his long silky hair falling in soft locks onto the bedsheets.
It is unusual for the smaller of the two men to wake up before the other but not unheard of.
Listening to the calm breathing of his husband and the patter of the rain, Wei Wuxian is lulled into a tranquil state, for once at peace with the world. He cannot remember the last time he had woken up to the sound of rain, for it did not rain much on the Burial Mounds and even less in Lotus Pier.
And during his former life, he did not have many opportunities to enjoy such a sight, too many things out and in his hands moving so fast, too fast. Only now in his second life did he get to experience what it was to take things slow and steady, to breathe.
And all thanks to the man sleeping next to me, Wei Wuxian thinks fondly. Even if he knows that his husband does not want him to feel thankful for anything he gave him, Wei Wuxian simply cannot help it. How can he? Everything good that has happened to him ever since he came back to life came from Lan Wangji staying at his side, giving him strength and love.
Wei Wuxian liked to consider himself a lucky man.
He hears a quiet shuffling of the sheets behind him and a soft smile paints his lips. Next, his thin frame is enveloped by a bigger one, a warm weight on his cooled down body.
His husband’s strong arm wraps around his middle and the warm blankets are draped over both of their shoulders. Without prompting, Wei Wuxian leans his head on his husband’s shoulder, borrowing his warmth and inhaling his soothing scent of sandalwood.
Lan Wangji softly noses the skin on the back of his ear, followed by a warm kiss afterwards.
Lan Wangji doesn’t comment on his waking up early, content to watch the rain alongside him in silence. They stay like that for a long while, their hearts beating in synchrony and breathing in unison.
“Lan Zhan, I woke up before you,” Wei Wuxian teases his husband with a smile on his face, his voice only a whisper.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji hums in response and turns his head to brush his lips softly against the top of Wei Wuxian’s head.
Wei Wuxian’s smile grows at that gesture and he swings his feet over the bed to bury them in his husband’s lap. Lan Wangji gives him a disapproving look from the corner of his golden eyes and cups his cold feet with his hands to warm them up.
Wei Wuxian’s silver eyes crinkle in delight, a teasing tilt to his lips as he pokes his husband’s fair cheek with a finger, “What’s with that look, Lan er-gege? A little cold is good for you, you know?”
Lan Wangji breathes out and pulls Wei Wuxian over until he’s resting between his folded legs. Like this, Wei Wuxian is completely wrapped in his warmth, his head snug in the juncture between his shoulder and throat. Lan Wangji pulls the blanket more securely around them.
“Wei Ying should not be cold,” he says quietly.
Hearing that, Wei Wuxian’s heart softens immeasurably. He snuggles into his husband’s tall frame and breathes out fondly.
“Lan Zhan,” he calls out softly, smiling when he receives an “Mn” in return. “It doesn’t matter if it’s cold out there. In here, it’s warm, after all.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes flutter closed and a tiny smile forms on his lips, “Mn.”