"All of them?" he laughs, "mm, I know, I know, the portrait you painted must be so handsome that you're worried anyone else who sees it will fall in love with my good looks too, right?"
The gentle encouragement to lean closer, and use Lan Wangji as his own personal pillow is met with enthusiasm, and while it makes walking a little wobbly, once he falls in step with Lan Zhan's footfalls, he doesn't mind it at all. This close, Lan Zhan's familiar scent, mingled with sandalwood is pleasant and inviting, and his fingers draw little mindless patterns along his arm as they walk.
He waits as Lan Zhan puts the drawings away, pressing them flat, and it's endearing how carefully he handles them, as if his afternoon spent painting and working out little illustrations is so precious to him. The gesture is more than enough to pull at his heartstrings, and as soon as Lan Zhan's fingers are free, he links them with his own, and tugs them in a wobbly fashion, toward the door.
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The gentle encouragement to lean closer, and use Lan Wangji as his own personal pillow is met with enthusiasm, and while it makes walking a little wobbly, once he falls in step with Lan Zhan's footfalls, he doesn't mind it at all. This close, Lan Zhan's familiar scent, mingled with sandalwood is pleasant and inviting, and his fingers draw little mindless patterns along his arm as they walk.
He waits as Lan Zhan puts the drawings away, pressing them flat, and it's endearing how carefully he handles them, as if his afternoon spent painting and working out little illustrations is so precious to him. The gesture is more than enough to pull at his heartstrings, and as soon as Lan Zhan's fingers are free, he links them with his own, and tugs them in a wobbly fashion, toward the door.