[pfsb] happy halloween!

[acrookedpath]

It's that time of year again.

The inn is bustling. All manner of strange outfits have been donned (some more willingly than others). Lanterns flicker ominously in the corners, pumpkins stand sentry at either end of the bar, and every order comes complete with a handful of wrapped candies.

And -- if you're Wei Wuxian -- Madam Bar has also gifted you with an enormous array of tiny cakes, each one with a little candle stuck in its center. His second birthday at the inn has arrived, and he could not be more pleased.

(He's also wearing a red T-shirt that reads, simply, I'M THE CHAOS. Just like last year, he has set his mild confusion aside in favor of delight at the bounty Madam Bar has given him.)

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[acrookedpath]

"And -- "

His laughter, this time, is closer to hysterical giggles. Wei Wuxian covers his face with both hands.

"We even bowed to your ancestor. After we. Lan Zhan!"

[lightamidchaos]

“Mn.” His tone is almost impossibly fond. “It has always been Wei Ying, for me. But you could still have chosen otherwise.”

[acrookedpath]

"Well," he says, as practical as he can when the giggles haven't fully stopped. "I did not, and I will not."

He takes Lan Zhan's chin in one hand, gently.

"I have chosen you. And I hope the gods will not mind that we've been delayed somewhat on our other two bows."

[lightamidchaos]

He cannot help himself; he leans into the touch, the look in his eyes flaring bright with the strength of his feelings.

“My Wei Ying,” he murmurs.

[acrookedpath]

"Yours." Just as soft, and with all the love his heart can hold. "As you are mine."

He draws Lan Zhan in for a small, sweet kiss.

[lightamidchaos]

He kisses him back, running one hand up into the long, silky fall of his hair and tangling his fingers in it.

[acrookedpath]

He breathes out, a little shaky, as they part.

"Now we have to call back shijie sooner," he says, eyes alight, "so I can tell her I have a husband."

[lightamidchaos]

"Mn."

There is absolutely no way to miss the satisfaction in the single sound.

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian dissolves into fresh giggles.

"I love you." He kisses him again. "What a birthday! If turning twenty-two is this marvelous, I cannot wait until I turn twenty-three."

[lightamidchaos]

"I will have to think of a way to make it memorable," he tells him. "I love you, Wei Ying."