( A simple concession. What is a body, if not a shield? Courier of warmth, deteriorating vehicle of reassurance. The back of his hand scratches with the half-moons of Wei Ying's grazing nails and the prickling of Lethe's scales, rising to riot and falling silent to the tune of the dragon's artificial inhalations.
He wonders, more fool he, what is to come of this codependence they've spun between them like gold of spider silk. When they return — never if, there can be no thought of condition, not with Sizhui's future at stake — will Wei Ying concede him nights under the thinly mantled hospitality of Gusu Lan? Threadbare, their current arrangement, gossamer and whispered pledges at lilac dusk. He drags their bound hands to his forehead ribbon, Wei Ying's knuckles against the insignia, while too close, far too close, a man carrying legumes of import mutters about the acrobatics that some people perform in a crowded queue.
Lethe rewards the objection with a huff that descends a light breeze on the man, sweeping off his hat.
...ah, perhaps Wangji too can allow himself to be fond of her, permissive when she reaches to rub her great snout against his cheek. )
She is yours. Sworn to you, freely. A second soulmate. ( One who might yet avail herself of her commitments more expediently, tirelessly, resolutely than did the first. ) Wei Ying, if you wish her...
( He will not, cannot say, Claim her. But he will not damn. )
no subject
I choose.
( A simple concession. What is a body, if not a shield? Courier of warmth, deteriorating vehicle of reassurance. The back of his hand scratches with the half-moons of Wei Ying's grazing nails and the prickling of Lethe's scales, rising to riot and falling silent to the tune of the dragon's artificial inhalations.
He wonders, more fool he, what is to come of this codependence they've spun between them like gold of spider silk. When they return — never if, there can be no thought of condition, not with Sizhui's future at stake — will Wei Ying concede him nights under the thinly mantled hospitality of Gusu Lan? Threadbare, their current arrangement, gossamer and whispered pledges at lilac dusk. He drags their bound hands to his forehead ribbon, Wei Ying's knuckles against the insignia, while too close, far too close, a man carrying legumes of import mutters about the acrobatics that some people perform in a crowded queue.
Lethe rewards the objection with a huff that descends a light breeze on the man, sweeping off his hat.
...ah, perhaps Wangji too can allow himself to be fond of her, permissive when she reaches to rub her great snout against his cheek. )
She is yours. Sworn to you, freely. A second soulmate. ( One who might yet avail herself of her commitments more expediently, tirelessly, resolutely than did the first. ) Wei Ying, if you wish her...
( He will not, cannot say, Claim her. But he will not damn. )