Lan Wangji looks at Wei Wuxian and his golden eyes focus on him with intensity. Wei Wuxian walks towards him, slowly, until he is kneeling in front of Lan Wangji.
Beautiful, gorgeous Lan Wangji.
The dark clothes suit him as well as the white ones once did. He still wears his forehead ribbon embroidered with blue drifting clouds, a reminder of his old life—of the orthodox path he abandoned when he followed Wei Wuxian to the Burial Mounds.
An entrancing little slice of a canon divergence. I love this image in particular, of Lan Zhan in black.