So many don't realize just how much attention he pays. Even to the little things - even when he doesn't understand them. But Huaisang...does. The gentle touch to his cheek and ear, the soft kiss, and the words tell him that.
"Mm." A flash of impulse has him kiss a second time, though he still keeps it light. Rougher, deeper kisses belong away from the table. But there's a promise in the second kiss, too. Wangji sits back, and there's a subtle sense of delight to how he sits. Even of satisfaction.
He pours Huaisang a drink from the bottle of wine, then tea for himself.
Huaisang smiles into the second kiss, a soft peal of laughter leaving him as they part and honestly sometimes he wonders how Wangji is the one that helps him the most to laugh anymore -- it's always simple things it seems, that draw it out, moments of pure happiness peaking out of the clouds of grief and stress. He knows that he brings some... happiness, or something close it to Wangji as well.
He likes this, sitting beside Wangji in front of a meal that he made, wine and tea respectively. He presses an affectionate kiss to the other's cheek before he reaches for the wine.
"I'm going to have to come up with a very good surprise for you now," he says, a sigh like it's a hardship but the sparkle in his eyes easily gives away that the prospect is anything but a hardship.
Each laugh is remembered. He manages to make so few make such a happy sound - Wei Ying had been special in that respect. But he manages to make Huaisang laugh sometimes, even though he never knows quite how. Only that small things bring out the sweet sound that makes his heart flip and make him want to hear more.
When they're alone, he feels a sense of peace. The nagging grief is lessened during these visits. He feels he can relax and not worry about anything outside of whatever room they've holed up in for the night. It's a gift he's never quite sure how to express, and so hasn't tried.
Wangji reaches for his tea when Huaisang picks up his wine, then pauses at the observation. He blinks at the sigh and words, giving his lover a perplexed look. "No need. You already give me much." He feels strangled, stilted in trying to reassure.
Huaisang takes a sip of the wine and he shakes his head at Wangji, leaning to press another kiss to his cheek, just because he can. He looks at the food again and it's not the what that touches him it's the effort and the way it shows Wangji notices him, really notices him and cares enough to do something like this. Somewhere along the line the other had become something more than just a distraction from grief, more than comfort.
"And I don't think you know how much you mean to me," Huaisang says softly, very tempted to tell Wangji that he's become far less promiscuous, that Wangji is his only lover now no matter how much time spans between visits. But he doesn't know how the other would react, if he'd push him away with that.
Laughter and cheek kisses. They've started to matter more than the sex, more than the physical comfort. But Wangji has never known how to express himself with words. Sometimes being blunt is too much, and so he says nothing at all.
The soft words have his ears pink and he lowers his gaze to his cup of tea - shy but...happy. Happy enough there's even a faint smile that makes a rare appearance. He swallows past his discomfort and uncertainty and raises his gaze back to fix Huaisang with an intent look.
Huaisang notes the tint of the other's ears and he smiles to himself as he reaches to start getting ready to eat. The food looks and smells delicious and the other had certainly done a good job preparing. He smiles at the sentiment but he doesn't think it will be enough. "Why is it enough of a gift?" he questions, but he doesn't expect an answer.
"Ah... Lan Wangji, how are you so good at everything?" Huaisang questions after tasting one of the dishes.
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"Mm." A flash of impulse has him kiss a second time, though he still keeps it light. Rougher, deeper kisses belong away from the table. But there's a promise in the second kiss, too. Wangji sits back, and there's a subtle sense of delight to how he sits. Even of satisfaction.
He pours Huaisang a drink from the bottle of wine, then tea for himself.
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He likes this, sitting beside Wangji in front of a meal that he made, wine and tea respectively. He presses an affectionate kiss to the other's cheek before he reaches for the wine.
"I'm going to have to come up with a very good surprise for you now," he says, a sigh like it's a hardship but the sparkle in his eyes easily gives away that the prospect is anything but a hardship.
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When they're alone, he feels a sense of peace. The nagging grief is lessened during these visits. He feels he can relax and not worry about anything outside of whatever room they've holed up in for the night. It's a gift he's never quite sure how to express, and so hasn't tried.
Wangji reaches for his tea when Huaisang picks up his wine, then pauses at the observation. He blinks at the sigh and words, giving his lover a perplexed look. "No need. You already give me much." He feels strangled, stilted in trying to reassure.
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"And I don't think you know how much you mean to me," Huaisang says softly, very tempted to tell Wangji that he's become far less promiscuous, that Wangji is his only lover now no matter how much time spans between visits. But he doesn't know how the other would react, if he'd push him away with that.
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The soft words have his ears pink and he lowers his gaze to his cup of tea - shy but...happy. Happy enough there's even a faint smile that makes a rare appearance. He swallows past his discomfort and uncertainty and raises his gaze back to fix Huaisang with an intent look.
"That is gift enough for me."
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"Ah... Lan Wangji, how are you so good at everything?" Huaisang questions after tasting one of the dishes.