Flight on one's sword is already silent, particularly so when the one flying is Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian hears a voice on the air as they approach and comes bursting through the front door to greet them, a gut of steamy air following him into the night. It smells strongly of chilis, as do Wei Wuxian's robes as he throws his arms out in welcome.
Left alone with only it for company, he has had some of the meat, but only a little before he set himself to making them a warming vegetable stew. He grins first at Ahn, then at Lan Wangji, appreciating the flush the cold wind has brought to his otherwise stoic face.
"Lan Zhan, you flew so fast!" he admonishes, when it's far more likely that he himself lost track of time. "The soup isn't quite done!"
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Date: 2020-12-07 01:23 am (UTC)Left alone with only it for company, he has had some of the meat, but only a little before he set himself to making them a warming vegetable stew. He grins first at Ahn, then at Lan Wangji, appreciating the flush the cold wind has brought to his otherwise stoic face.
"Lan Zhan, you flew so fast!" he admonishes, when it's far more likely that he himself lost track of time. "The soup isn't quite done!"