( He laughs, quiet at first, then deeper, richer, returning to a spontaneity he has almost forgotten. Kitten claws pressing into his heart, prickling and painful and sweet, as Lan Zhan attempts his braiding. He could move away, part of him saying he should, but no.
They are themselves, as flawed and terrible and great as that might be, and it might eventually be enough. Choosing what are, and what they do; choosing whom they're with and how and why.
One ribbon wrapped around a wrist, and the red should draw his eyes, but he knows it, has tasted it. Might not be moved to taste it better but were it painting Lan Zhan's lips, and he lets that thought go too, on the same wind that slips past them, thick with the scent of the sea and its natural decay, denying the dead beneath its surface. )
What about you, Lan Zhan? Any other hidden truths to share?
( A reach out, fingers hooked into the skirts of his robes, tugging once. Here. )
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They are themselves, as flawed and terrible and great as that might be, and it might eventually be enough. Choosing what are, and what they do; choosing whom they're with and how and why.
One ribbon wrapped around a wrist, and the red should draw his eyes, but he knows it, has tasted it. Might not be moved to taste it better but were it painting Lan Zhan's lips, and he lets that thought go too, on the same wind that slips past them, thick with the scent of the sea and its natural decay, denying the dead beneath its surface. )
What about you, Lan Zhan? Any other hidden truths to share?
( A reach out, fingers hooked into the skirts of his robes, tugging once. Here. )