It had been an offhand comment, just a single sentence in the piles of nonsense Wei Wuxian is so adept at conjuring out of nothing.
"With how much you're looking into my eyes, Lan Zhan, I'm bound to think they're the prettiest you've seen. Are they? I bet they are: as shiny as the most precious gems, clear as the purest crystals, deep as the boundless sea, bright as the stars in the clear night sky. Don't worry, I'll be your star, Lan Zhan!"
Quite pleased with himself, Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and snuggles closer to Lan Wangji. With a peck on Lan Wangji's jaw, his entire body relaxes, content to sleep for the night.
Lan Wangji's soft expression does not fade as he watches Wei Wuxian's breathing slow and deepen, falling into the rhythm of sleep.
Bright as the stars in the clear night sky.
A star shines every night, without fail.
In nights of joy, a star twinkles as if dancing with the world. Whether the lights in town would dim a star's shine on the sky or not, it shines anyway-a beam of light joining the celebration, like a bud of light from fireworks permanently stuck in the sky.
In quiet nights, a star sits on the sky, sometimes here and sometimes there, enthralling its audience with its capricious shine that never goes out.
In nights of melancholy, a star's soft glow serves as comfort. A silent companion, its light barely reflected in your eyes as you pluck the strings as you had done countless nights since. Countless nights until.
In nights of lonesome, a star shines like it always does, telling you, reminding you of nights long past.
In those forgotten nights, a star watches over the world with its light. And even when others say otherwise-that the star was away that night, that it was lost, that the star did not shine, never intended to, or even, that the star was never there in the first place, you know otherwise. Because a star always shines it light. And it does.
Even in the darkest nights. When even the moon has given up its light, a star continues to shine its light. Even brighter, even stronger. As if trying to make up for the void, as if trying its best to make its light reach farther, as if single-handedly trying to make up for the warmth lost in the coldest night.
Even when clouds fog the view, a star shines anyway. Its tiny light, whether or not it can pierce the cover, will try to make its way out to you.
And even when you forget that it shines, it always will.
But how can you forget? A star's domain is vast-as long as the sky reaches you, it will try its best to shine on you. And, if you look up, just a little bit, a star's shine, no matter how feeble, will always guide you.
It will always make its way to you.
Don't worry, I'll be your star, Lan Zhan!
"...Mmn, you are."