( he doesn't still, though he does sigh, wrangling one hand free to pat the nose pressing into his husband' back for the time it does, as if he's stroking both when his other hand finds robes and settles, pressed against him, with the stutter and stir of Lan Zhan's footprints. )
I mourn a choice not granted. We unwind this, Lan Zhan.
( Comfort extended to Lethe, and the certainty that he'd bear the dragon as he'd bear anything that comes to matter. As he'll bear the whole of the dragons, of the people, in who are and are not alive.
See what lies beneath, and set it free. What wishes to live, what wishes not. )
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I mourn a choice not granted. We unwind this, Lan Zhan.
( Comfort extended to Lethe, and the certainty that he'd bear the dragon as he'd bear anything that comes to matter. As he'll bear the whole of the dragons, of the people, in who are and are not alive.
See what lies beneath, and set it free. What wishes to live, what wishes not. )
Let them choose.