We deserve this.

[depletes]

Deserve to be Happy If we're honest, fictional characters can be generalized into two camps: 1. good people who have crap happen to them or 2. just crappy people. But bad or good, cheery or grouchy, undeserving or no, we sometimes shamelessly want them to have something nice in life. Or, more accurately, someone nice. A certain someone to give them kisses and their favorite foods, to make sure they have a blanket when they fall asleep, and maybe to whisk them away on fun dates/adventures? If they're lucky, this somebody may even give killer back rubs. But forget your shame, okay? No judgement here. This is just a cute meme for all your gross (shipping) needs, where your character can get all the happiness they deserve...or don't. Whatever! Comment with your character's info, your prefs, all those goodies. You can also include info about what would make your character really happy or if there's a particular role you'd like to play (maybe the one doing the cheering up?). Reply to others. Be presh.

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[quietroom]

[ Few people would accuse him of ever being soft; carved from jade and as frozen as a glacier is much more common. It is simply that, in this instance, orders do not suit. He's much more interested in seeing how Sebastian reacts to something like requests. Especially ones so simple as joining him for a musical gala.

He makes a soft noise of agreement and understanding, acknowledging the crowded schedule, although a faint line appears between his brows, there and gone again in a moment. The last time he'd looked, there had been no conflict.

So he adds: ]

I will be attending, no matter the conflict. You may do as you see fit.

[ Not quite an order, but it is a line drawn. Even if he has to skip those meetings with the suitors, refuse his uncle's call. Even if his brother showed up — no, he would join his brother for dinner and conversation, if Lan Xichen showed up at his doorsteps on the same night.

With the same quiet, implacable gaze, he watches Sebastian wheel away the cart and returns with his suit. White, the color of traditional mourning, for a loss he refuses to accept and wasn't truly his to claim. Some accents of blue on the shirt, pale enough that most people wouldn't notice, the only color he deigns to wear, the preferred color of his family. ]

Wait in the office.

[ Brief and succinct, and he climbs out of bed before Sebastian can retreat, expecting his butler to follow that order. It doesn't take him long to dress, once he is left alone; most of his time gets spent on fixing his hair after his morning ablutions. It's long and a hassle, but he refuses to cut it; instead, he wears it pulled back from his face, blue and white ribbon in place on his forehead.

But eventually, he leaves his bedroom, newspaper in hand, and joins Sebastian in the office. ]

[extensively]

[Slightly more forceful language. More serious intent. Perhaps there is hope for the Master after all]

Yes, of course.

[Sebastian bows, a bit deeper than before, and he'll obey as he always does to anything stronger than a request. He'll promptly put the cart away in the kitchen, clean the dishes and silverware so they sparkle and shine, and by the time Master Lan Wangji arrives at the office, Sebastian will be there like a promise. The office has a marvelous view of the city's sprawl, large windows filling three of the four walls. The desk is simple but functional, and of course Sebastian has ensured that it's of the finest materials and construction: same with the chair. Everything about it should be elegant but functional, perfectly molded for his Master's use.

The office's doors will slide open upon the Master's approach, Sebastian pulling out the chair so Wangji can sit. A cup of tea, steam curling up, waits for him, just like every morning.]

You've received a package. [The demon produces the box, prepared with a small knife to open it if his Master desires.] And there have been 33 new emails each demanding your correspondence since breakfast. Some of them seem to be...insistent. Increasingly so.