17 Jul 2021
Wei Wuxian fills all the space between the walls. He is by the bed, admiring a new hanging. He is by the table, scooping the pot of wine into his hand. He is out the door, exclaiming over the fall of twilight snow; he is back. He has already broken eleven rules. Lan Wangji says nothing.
He calls her 'Your Worship' only once; she flinches beneath his hands. It's a mistake he won't repeat.