[For what feels like the first time since arriving on this planet, Wei Wuxian doesn't wake with his heart in his throat and his body jumping to alertness. Instead he wakes slowly, stirred gently from unconsciousness by a soft touch. Even before he's opened his eyes or remembered himself, the touch registers as safe, and he doesn't move away from it. He doesn't want to.
Instead he allows wakefulness to return at a slow pace, quietly creeping into his senses, and even when he's returned to consciousness entirely, he doesn't pull away from Gwen's fingers.
For several minutes he says nothing as she works, reveling in the intimacy and affection of it. When he does find his voice it's scratchy with the remnants of sleep.]
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Instead he allows wakefulness to return at a slow pace, quietly creeping into his senses, and even when he's returned to consciousness entirely, he doesn't pull away from Gwen's fingers.
For several minutes he says nothing as she works, reveling in the intimacy and affection of it. When he does find his voice it's scratchy with the remnants of sleep.]
Are you making me prettier?