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lightbearinglord) wrote2025-03-14 10:33 pm
lightbearinglord) wrote2025-03-14 10:33 pm
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[ closed post: let's talk about all our friends who lost the war ]
Lan Wangji can't identify the soft music drifting from the record player, but if he asked, Claudius would tell him gladly, and provide an explanation of the musician's life besides. Perhaps he will ask, if there is some lull in the conversation, but there has not been one. Talking with people is so rarely an activity of ease for him. It is so rarely one during which he can feel assured that his silences are understood. He has not forgotten to be grateful for Claudius, the first person related to him by neither family name nor marriage to understand him in this way.
"Mn," he says, gathering up another lock of Claudius' hair in his hands. It is getting longer. Just as notably, strands of grey are visible amongst the uniform darkness of its color. Lan Wangji says nothing about that. He won't draw attention to it unless Claudius wants him to. The absence of the appropriate dye during last Dark was a matter of deep offense.
Ably, Lan Wangji begins the work of twisting it all into a sleek knot that will sit at the back of Claudius' head. Kneeling behind him, he has to bend only slightly to focus on this work. The difference in their heights is greater when they stand, with thanks to the comparative length of Lan Wangji's legs. "And then?" he prompts. Claudius doesn't require prompts, but Lan Wangji is indulgent with him. He likes to answer him, so that his brother will know himself heard.
"Mn," he says, gathering up another lock of Claudius' hair in his hands. It is getting longer. Just as notably, strands of grey are visible amongst the uniform darkness of its color. Lan Wangji says nothing about that. He won't draw attention to it unless Claudius wants him to. The absence of the appropriate dye during last Dark was a matter of deep offense.
Ably, Lan Wangji begins the work of twisting it all into a sleek knot that will sit at the back of Claudius' head. Kneeling behind him, he has to bend only slightly to focus on this work. The difference in their heights is greater when they stand, with thanks to the comparative length of Lan Wangji's legs. "And then?" he prompts. Claudius doesn't require prompts, but Lan Wangji is indulgent with him. He likes to answer him, so that his brother will know himself heard.