regardless, how jiang cheng will find lan wangji when he returns is as this: comfortable in his evening wear, hair unbound. he will find lan wangji at the kitchen table, his fingers wrapped about a mug of tea that he has made for himself. and, unspoken as it always is, he has pointedly left the water to boil, pointedly left jiang cheng's preferred loose leaf within the metallic tea ball.
he will not mention the one bar he has left out in the open beside the mug lan wangji has taken down. but, he will tip up his chin as jiang cheng comes in the door. he will not smile, not particularly, as he often does not. not, at least, with the soft bow of his mouth. instead, it catches somewhere at the corners of his lips - is forced up to the pale of his eyes, the ease in his brow. ]
Welcome home, [ he says. it is the same tone as always, placid and still. but, there is a undercurrent that reserves itself. it laps at the banks of his teeth, churns into warmth to the ear tuned to himself. ]
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regardless, how jiang cheng will find lan wangji when he returns is as this: comfortable in his evening wear, hair unbound. he will find lan wangji at the kitchen table, his fingers wrapped about a mug of tea that he has made for himself. and, unspoken as it always is, he has pointedly left the water to boil, pointedly left jiang cheng's preferred loose leaf within the metallic tea ball.
he will not mention the one bar he has left out in the open beside the mug lan wangji has taken down. but, he will tip up his chin as jiang cheng comes in the door. he will not smile, not particularly, as he often does not. not, at least, with the soft bow of his mouth. instead, it catches somewhere at the corners of his lips - is forced up to the pale of his eyes, the ease in his brow. ]
Welcome home, [ he says. it is the same tone as always, placid and still. but, there is a undercurrent that reserves itself. it laps at the banks of his teeth, churns into warmth to the ear tuned to himself. ]