( Seeing Lan Wangji, part and whole, glimpse of his body a window into the soul of the Wen war, and who are they, but stray marks of an emperor's time, passed? But the footprints of Wen Ruohan's passing?
He knows himself, stitched and woven and the sum of his scars, knows the dark earth of Wei Ying's gaze, churning. How he anticipates, Lan Wangji's fight and his flight and the propriety of his clan, chaperoning every talk turned tryst.
His mouth feels dried, burning with white fever. When he twists his hand, Bichen does bite, shallow as gossamer and lent qi sufficient to satisfy the recovery, when it comes, soon, soon. It will come. Heavens help him, but he steps in. )
Stop me.
( Take a sword, forge a talisman, devise retreat or retaliation. Be menace, because cruelty is a careful game, red of it known. This, here, only drips and dregs of it, the fluidity of Wei Ying's make-believe patience like watered venom. )
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( Seeing Lan Wangji, part and whole, glimpse of his body a window into the soul of the Wen war, and who are they, but stray marks of an emperor's time, passed? But the footprints of Wen Ruohan's passing?
He knows himself, stitched and woven and the sum of his scars, knows the dark earth of Wei Ying's gaze, churning. How he anticipates, Lan Wangji's fight and his flight and the propriety of his clan, chaperoning every talk turned tryst.
His mouth feels dried, burning with white fever. When he twists his hand, Bichen does bite, shallow as gossamer and lent qi sufficient to satisfy the recovery, when it comes, soon, soon. It will come. Heavens help him, but he steps in. )
Stop me.
( Take a sword, forge a talisman, devise retreat or retaliation. Be menace, because cruelty is a careful game, red of it known. This, here, only drips and dregs of it, the fluidity of Wei Ying's make-believe patience like watered venom. )