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A little rest and a watchful eye [Duan Baiyue & Duan Yao]
Title: A little rest and a watchful eye
Fandom: Di Wang Gong Lüe
Characters/Pairing: Duan Baiyue & Duan Yao
Rating: 0+
Length: 500 words
Summary: Sometimes, his brother pushes himself too much. And sometimes, Duan Yao worries.
Other: Unsure if this would fit neatly into a specific canon point, considering there are only 4 episodes available at the time of writing. I just wanted to write some self-indulgent comfort/caretaking stuff, you know how it is.
A little rest and a watchful eye
"You really overdid it this time," Duan Yao commented, looking his brother over.
Duan Baiyue sat up in bed, sweeping his loose hair out of his face. "I'll be fine," he said, in that familiar confident, reassuring tone that he always seemed to have at times like this. "I just need a bit of rest. That's all."
It wasn't the first time that Duan Baiyue had ended up having to spend time in bed after overexerting himself. That didn't make Duan Yao any less concerned about it. Still, he packed up his worry and stuffed it away, putting on a cheerful face. If his brother said he'd be fine, then he would. Right?
"You know," he said as he handed over the tray with the medicine, "this kind of thing is just another reason why you need to get married soon."
Duan Baiyue's eyebrows arched a bit before he settled his face into a more composed expression. "Oh?" He settled the tray over his lap, and took up the cup, but didn't drink. "What do you mean?"
"Hmm, let's see." Duan Yao pretended to think. "If you were married, your wife would be doing this for you, right?"
"You don't have to mix my medicines for me," his brother replied.
It was true; he didn't have to prepare the medicines that Duan Baiyue took on a regular basis. Almost anyone else could do that, and there were several people in the household who could be trusted with the task. The both of them knew this.
"You're right," Duan Yao said. "I don't. But maybe you'll get better quicker if you have somebody to fuss over you. That's why you should hurry up with it." And he grinned, to show he was joking, except he wasn't really joking at all.
His brother sighed. He gave a little smile, and a slightly exasperated shake of his head, a gesture which had become more and more familiar every time Duan Yao teased him about this subject. But Duan Baiyue didn't argue; he just downed the bitter medicine instead.
Duan Yao looked carefully at his brother's face as he took the tray from him and set it aside. Too pale, and tired-looking. But Duan Yao was used to him looking like that, familiar with it now. A lot more familiar than he's like to be.
Knowing this didn't make him less bothered by it as he watched him settle back the way he had been before, eyes pressing shut.
I just want you to be happy and comfortable, Duan Yao thought. He didn't say it. Instead, he put on a smile, and drew the blankets up more securely. "I'll stop bugging you now," he said. "Get some sleep, okay?"
Duan Baiyue's eyes cracked open. "I will," he said. "Don't worry."
"I wasn't worrying," Duan Yao said.
It was a lie. And the twitch at his brother's mouth said he knew that it was.
As Duan Yao left, he decided that maybe that didn't matter.
Fandom: Di Wang Gong Lüe
Characters/Pairing: Duan Baiyue & Duan Yao
Rating: 0+
Length: 500 words
Summary: Sometimes, his brother pushes himself too much. And sometimes, Duan Yao worries.
Other: Unsure if this would fit neatly into a specific canon point, considering there are only 4 episodes available at the time of writing. I just wanted to write some self-indulgent comfort/caretaking stuff, you know how it is.
A little rest and a watchful eye
"You really overdid it this time," Duan Yao commented, looking his brother over.
Duan Baiyue sat up in bed, sweeping his loose hair out of his face. "I'll be fine," he said, in that familiar confident, reassuring tone that he always seemed to have at times like this. "I just need a bit of rest. That's all."
It wasn't the first time that Duan Baiyue had ended up having to spend time in bed after overexerting himself. That didn't make Duan Yao any less concerned about it. Still, he packed up his worry and stuffed it away, putting on a cheerful face. If his brother said he'd be fine, then he would. Right?
"You know," he said as he handed over the tray with the medicine, "this kind of thing is just another reason why you need to get married soon."
Duan Baiyue's eyebrows arched a bit before he settled his face into a more composed expression. "Oh?" He settled the tray over his lap, and took up the cup, but didn't drink. "What do you mean?"
"Hmm, let's see." Duan Yao pretended to think. "If you were married, your wife would be doing this for you, right?"
"You don't have to mix my medicines for me," his brother replied.
It was true; he didn't have to prepare the medicines that Duan Baiyue took on a regular basis. Almost anyone else could do that, and there were several people in the household who could be trusted with the task. The both of them knew this.
"You're right," Duan Yao said. "I don't. But maybe you'll get better quicker if you have somebody to fuss over you. That's why you should hurry up with it." And he grinned, to show he was joking, except he wasn't really joking at all.
His brother sighed. He gave a little smile, and a slightly exasperated shake of his head, a gesture which had become more and more familiar every time Duan Yao teased him about this subject. But Duan Baiyue didn't argue; he just downed the bitter medicine instead.
Duan Yao looked carefully at his brother's face as he took the tray from him and set it aside. Too pale, and tired-looking. But Duan Yao was used to him looking like that, familiar with it now. A lot more familiar than he's like to be.
Knowing this didn't make him less bothered by it as he watched him settle back the way he had been before, eyes pressing shut.
I just want you to be happy and comfortable, Duan Yao thought. He didn't say it. Instead, he put on a smile, and drew the blankets up more securely. "I'll stop bugging you now," he said. "Get some sleep, okay?"
Duan Baiyue's eyes cracked open. "I will," he said. "Don't worry."
"I wasn't worrying," Duan Yao said.
It was a lie. And the twitch at his brother's mouth said he knew that it was.
As Duan Yao left, he decided that maybe that didn't matter.