video: average sighren

[lanclan]

[ The scene is one of steam and muffled, echoing male voices from elsewhere, tiles covering walls. Xichen's face is in shot, hair unbound and soaked where it falls down his bare shoulders, pink from the hot water (no fear, he has a thin robe shrugged off but tied about his waist out of shot) where he is leaning over the edge of the bath. ]

This is rather unorthodox, in many ways, as first meetings go. Pardon my appearance, robes are somewhat contradictory to my surroundings. [ But he's out of seclusion, in a strange realm, and this is the only way he knows to prove the bathhouse is safe: by using it. ] Some of you already know my younger brother, Lan Wangji. You may call me Lan Xichen.

[ He sighs, nasal and soft. More of an exhale. His smile hitches back up. ]

I now live above the bathhouse. Technically, [ here he glances over blandly to a pair of guffawing sailors in the background, lips pursing as he holds back his real opinion, ] this is a private residence, but it would be rude to deny access to those who wish to use the downstairs, so I would like to invite over anyone who wishes to bathe in something other than cold lake-water — if my housemates wouldn't mind, I should like to meet all of you, too.

There is a separate area for women, of course. Please use the rinsing stations before entering the main baths and wear something discreet, for the sake of others.

[ Xichen glances around as someone calls his name and there is a momentary wider shot of him soaked to the waist as he straightens to nod in answer, raking back his hair so it isn't stuck to his chest you're welcome. He looks again to the video and smiles warmly, tilting his head in apology for the break in his attention. ]

It is seemingly busier in the afternoons.

Comments

[lanclan]

[ ?????? ]

Yes?

[weifinder]

Please instruct Lan Zhan in these ways.

[lanclan]

How Wangji treats your hair is none of my business, apologies.

[weifinder]

You think he'll know how to properly handle children like this?!

[lanclan]

[ The unruffled, pointed way he says, ]

Sizhui fared well enough.

[weifinder]

( answered with an equally pointed snort, because they both know Sizhui's youngest years with the Lan Clan had by circumstances been without Lan Wangji's overt attentions.

Zewu-jun had told him as much, and the scars had given the truth of that length of healing.

Hence: bringing the weak game on this point, and Wangji did not have the joy of learning not to yank hair out of Sizhui's head until he was older.

ALL THAT IN ONE SNORT. )

[lanclan]

[ Lan Xichen doesn't find anything funny with what he said, smile falling as he listens. His pause speaks of disapproval; Wangji poured his heart into raising Sizhui into a good man, whether it was combing the crying boy's hair or teaching him to write, to sit properly, to be thoughtful and use that clever, inventive little mind to look into people's hearts. Sizhui is every bit a Lan as the Twin Jades, just as much as he is Wei Wuxian's son.

So when he speaks again, Xichen has a reticent gentility in the face of that snort. He closes a window as much as opens a door. ]

When you wish to visit the bathhouse, the invitation stands.

[ It's a polite dismissal, and he utilises the convenient ability of the devices to switch his off Lan out. ]