[neither of them need to worry about marriage of all things. sizhui's not ready for that yet, particularly when he's still learning so much about himself, what he wants in life, what he might like in an actual partner in the first place. he does know: keeping jason hidden isn't what he wants, but it's the safest thing for them both.
their language lessons have been going so well, he wouldn't have assumed it was something that still bothered jason. if he were to find out, then perhaps they could do something about it, find a way to teach jason quicker or figure out some sort of talisman fix for the problem. (talismans always seem to help in a pinch, they're all so varied.) being fair, that's an idea they'll get to use sooner rather than later once the night is out. but if he were to find out jason would rather stay as well, there's a likely chance sizhui'd expire on the spot.
his hand at jason's neck slides higher, fingers tangling into the hair he finds, holding them both steady while they kiss. he gasps again when jason reciprocates in kind, opens his mouth a little wider, inviting him in further, totally enamored with how it feels. tiny spots flicker into his vision as he flutters his eyelashes, lets himself be tugged closer, hooks his arm entirely around jason's shoulders to hold them together. funnily enough, he's wondering the same thing, is even pulling away to make an offer,] Jason, I... I think we should— [then everything's abruptly not funny at all once he realizes they're not alone anymore.
“lan sizhui!” and “a-yuan!” come simultaneously, both from two different voices. he withdraws immediately, the hand lingering to grip jason's front, fingers vice-like on the fabric of his robes.] H-Hanguang-jun! Xian-gege!? [“what are you doing?” from the first man.] I-I was— I mean, we were just— [he stops again, tightens his hold a decent amount, shamefully inclines his head.
“lan zhan,” the second one pipes, “they were only kissing! kissing!” and then he laughs, obviously intoxicated himself, though this doesn't deter lan wangji whatsoever. sizhui finally looks up, lips trembling despite them being pursed. “with me. now.” he lets go, scrambles to his feet, stumbling the faintest amount on his way toward his parents.] Hanguang-jun... [“mmn.” “lan zhan,” and while it sounds playfully scolding, there's a hint of seriousness, which gets quickly countered. “stay, wei ying.”
before there can be any complaints, the man in all white turns toward the door, fully expecting sizhui to follow on his own (because he knows that sizhui knows if he doesn't, it'll only be worse).]
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their language lessons have been going so well, he wouldn't have assumed it was something that still bothered jason. if he were to find out, then perhaps they could do something about it, find a way to teach jason quicker or figure out some sort of talisman fix for the problem. (talismans always seem to help in a pinch, they're all so varied.) being fair, that's an idea they'll get to use sooner rather than later once the night is out. but if he were to find out jason would rather stay as well, there's a likely chance sizhui'd expire on the spot.
his hand at jason's neck slides higher, fingers tangling into the hair he finds, holding them both steady while they kiss. he gasps again when jason reciprocates in kind, opens his mouth a little wider, inviting him in further, totally enamored with how it feels. tiny spots flicker into his vision as he flutters his eyelashes, lets himself be tugged closer, hooks his arm entirely around jason's shoulders to hold them together. funnily enough, he's wondering the same thing, is even pulling away to make an offer,] Jason, I... I think we should— [then everything's abruptly not funny at all once he realizes they're not alone anymore.
“lan sizhui!” and “a-yuan!” come simultaneously, both from two different voices. he withdraws immediately, the hand lingering to grip jason's front, fingers vice-like on the fabric of his robes.] H-Hanguang-jun! Xian-gege!? [“what are you doing?” from the first man.] I-I was— I mean, we were just— [he stops again, tightens his hold a decent amount, shamefully inclines his head.
“lan zhan,” the second one pipes, “they were only kissing! kissing!” and then he laughs, obviously intoxicated himself, though this doesn't deter lan wangji whatsoever. sizhui finally looks up, lips trembling despite them being pursed. “with me. now.” he lets go, scrambles to his feet, stumbling the faintest amount on his way toward his parents.] Hanguang-jun... [“mmn.” “lan zhan,” and while it sounds playfully scolding, there's a hint of seriousness, which gets quickly countered. “stay, wei ying.”
before there can be any complaints, the man in all white turns toward the door, fully expecting sizhui to follow on his own (because he knows that sizhui knows if he doesn't, it'll only be worse).]