( There is a trick to this, as with weighing an unbalanced sword, with teasing it tip-blade-edge close: an art to the clasp of a wrist more bone than softened meat, to drawing Wei Ying near and dear and smear of his shadow dragged on hard land.
There is no kindness in him, for this. No distinction between where the feral appetite to claim begins and the diplomatic one to conquer without bloodshed ends. Greed is a continuum, possession a foregone semantic conclusion. No hunting thrills like that of man.
Slipped, his fingers dip until he clutches Wei Ying's hand in his own and only wrestles his thumb in, serpentine, to sketch out warm snags of ruined rhetoric on his palm, a fluttering candle of communication poorly traded. What you know, you know. He writes easily, terribly, conveniently, the rushed trill of his countless secrets in the aching code of Gusu Lan private correspondence intended only for the sect.
And reedy in the way of leaves thieving trickle under moonlight: )
no subject
There is no kindness in him, for this. No distinction between where the feral appetite to claim begins and the diplomatic one to conquer without bloodshed ends. Greed is a continuum, possession a foregone semantic conclusion. No hunting thrills like that of man.
Slipped, his fingers dip until he clutches Wei Ying's hand in his own and only wrestles his thumb in, serpentine, to sketch out warm snags of ruined rhetoric on his palm, a fluttering candle of communication poorly traded. What you know, you know. He writes easily, terribly, conveniently, the rushed trill of his countless secrets in the aching code of Gusu Lan private correspondence intended only for the sect.
And reedy in the way of leaves thieving trickle under moonlight: )
Forgive me. Will you wait for them?