[ The lovers share in their passions all hours of the day and night and are not silent about it. Easy enough to chase away, though: she does not hear Lan Wangji talking to the current set of lovers engaged in a tryst but they disappear, taking their declarations of love and ardor with them.
Lan Wangji is a surprise, despite that. The hour is late enough that when she sees him, lurking in the shadows of the door to her quarters, she's tempted to ask him if it is time for bed, or better yet, an aid to stay awake. But he brings with him widow's lace and Wen Qing is no fool. She takes the plant with all the grace of a desperate man begging for a cure from a quack. She's had some earlier but what harm could more do? Or perhaps a brew for another day— there aren't many left.
She leaves the door open for him, sweeping further into her quarters to the pot she has set specifically for this. ]
I'm fine. [ Pay no mind to the glittering scales on her neck and hands, mostly hidden behind robes but occasionally glimpsed through movement or the drape of robes. If her room is warmer than it might be, remember: Wen Qing grew up in a castle on fire. ]
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Lan Wangji is a surprise, despite that. The hour is late enough that when she sees him, lurking in the shadows of the door to her quarters, she's tempted to ask him if it is time for bed, or better yet, an aid to stay awake. But he brings with him widow's lace and Wen Qing is no fool. She takes the plant with all the grace of a desperate man begging for a cure from a quack. She's had some earlier but what harm could more do? Or perhaps a brew for another day— there aren't many left.
She leaves the door open for him, sweeping further into her quarters to the pot she has set specifically for this. ]
I'm fine. [ Pay no mind to the glittering scales on her neck and hands, mostly hidden behind robes but occasionally glimpsed through movement or the drape of robes. If her room is warmer than it might be, remember: Wen Qing grew up in a castle on fire. ]