In the meantime, Wei Wuxian readies himself as much as possible so he can dash straight into the bathing chamber as soon as Lan Zhan exits. Off come his outer robes; down comes his hair. He winds the ribbon around his hand and tucks it atop the portfolio before setting to work finger-combing his hair.
Maybe he could move the beds apart while Lan Zhan is bathing? No, that would be too obvious.
...No, he absolutely does not need to think about Lan Zhan bathing, either.
Thumping down onto his bed, he grabs the pillow, smothers his face with it, and groans as loud and dramatic as he dares just to exorcise some of the frustration. This is absurd. It's absurd! How old is he, how much did he see in his short life, and yet he can't compose himself enough to keep it together around one of his oldest friends? It may not even mean anything! What if it's only a desperate infatuation because of -- everything? What if his mind is playing tricks on him?
If he says anything to Lan Zhan and it is just his mind playing tricks on him, he will never forgive himself.
(And that is not even getting into this person Ingress wants him to meet, this cultivator who is the best and brightest of his kind just like Lan Zhan, this Vanyel -- )
With another, quieter groan, Wei Wuxian forces himself to take the pillow off his face and neaten the bed a bit before Lan Zhan can see him. Just in the nick of time, too, as Lan Zhan reappears in moments with a towel half-wrapped around his hair.
Breathe in. Breathe out. He stands, coaxes his knees into being a little less wobbly, and gives Lan Zhan a quick smile before breezing into the washroom.
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Maybe he could move the beds apart while Lan Zhan is bathing? No, that would be too obvious.
...No, he absolutely does not need to think about Lan Zhan bathing, either.
Thumping down onto his bed, he grabs the pillow, smothers his face with it, and groans as loud and dramatic as he dares just to exorcise some of the frustration. This is absurd. It's absurd! How old is he, how much did he see in his short life, and yet he can't compose himself enough to keep it together around one of his oldest friends? It may not even mean anything! What if it's only a desperate infatuation because of -- everything? What if his mind is playing tricks on him?
If he says anything to Lan Zhan and it is just his mind playing tricks on him, he will never forgive himself.
(And that is not even getting into this person Ingress wants him to meet, this cultivator who is the best and brightest of his kind just like Lan Zhan, this Vanyel -- )
With another, quieter groan, Wei Wuxian forces himself to take the pillow off his face and neaten the bed a bit before Lan Zhan can see him. Just in the nick of time, too, as Lan Zhan reappears in moments with a towel half-wrapped around his hair.
Breathe in. Breathe out. He stands, coaxes his knees into being a little less wobbly, and gives Lan Zhan a quick smile before breezing into the washroom.