Inbox: Ximilia

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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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[When he'd first arrived on the Ximilia, the casual touch between men and women he'd encountered had been one of many parts of his culture shock. It wasn't that he didn't understand it (on the hardest nights in the burial mounds, sometimes he would reach for Wen Qing's hands and she wouldn't swat him away) but it took him some time to realize that it was acceptable. Now, he doesn't feel even the slightest hesitation as he lays an arm around Gwen's side, hand resting on her shoulder and casually drifting up and down her arm.

It doesn't feel scandalous. It feels right. It feels warm and important and good.]

Mmm. Go to sleep. I'd braid your hair while you sleep but you'd wake up to a tangled mess.

[construing]

[ relaxing into the closeness, gwen makes a face. ]

Thanks to you I end up with an undercut.

[ and wei wuxian is not allowed to like her haircut. ]

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[He doesn't know what that is but he chuckles anyway, low and quiet in his chest. It isn't long before he too is back asleep.]