[If ever an element existed for Guangyao, the perfumed, heady atmosphere before them is likely it. Oh he would make a few changes, of course. Less people, for one, and the attendance of those he holds dearest. But he doesn't mind the festivities and even in his plainer attire with his face secured behind a smiling mask, he seems to call the light to him. But it is a false glow; one born of many bad choices and a desperate need to be valued and wanted.
Thus when he is offered the tray, he hesitates, head cocking as he observes none other than...
Lan Wangji. The hairs on his arms stand up and he is on alert. He had not meant to encounter this man as of yet.]
You did not speak up for yourself. [The tray is taken smoothly and set to the side on a table. If the guests want to be served, they can serve themselves. He is no ones butler.] Your shift has ended.
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Thus when he is offered the tray, he hesitates, head cocking as he observes none other than...
Lan Wangji. The hairs on his arms stand up and he is on alert. He had not meant to encounter this man as of yet.]
You did not speak up for yourself. [The tray is taken smoothly and set to the side on a table. If the guests want to be served, they can serve themselves. He is no ones butler.] Your shift has ended.