( — skinny, knobby, bony joints. Hard extensions. The knee.
It latches, snags, hits. Dull bruise of his recognition is this: the moment when Wei Ying transforms from bird bones and wilted limbs to feral thing, all hiss and spittle, clawing. When strategy simmers in slow boil to instinct. When he strikes —
...and really, what's a man to do but stare down, stunted, breath stilted, as if confronting his groin with his indignation will erase the reality of the attack? It — troubles him, first. Before pain bolts in, and he could be a gentleman, could grit his teeth and bear it no worse than a stabbing, but this is Wei Ying returned to his Yunmeng form, and wisely, Lan Wangji rolls over, back sunken in cold ground.
Cultivation has accelerated many wonders. Not immunity from the worst prank of the play grounds.
He does not grip himself. There is dignity. Only, suddenly, impossibly, confounded by betrayal — erupts in tectonic, heady, first harsh laughter that thins reedy, and convulses on. They are not under his uncle's roof, his skies. He may, hands clutching against fair snow, before releasing the weight of it in aimless spatters over Wei Ying's cheeks, his neck. Hoarse: )
You will die like snow on mountain's peak.
( Untouched, untarnished, virginal. Entirely and wholeheartedly uncorrupted
...which means, with resigned inevitability, that Lan Wangji will suffer the same fate. Most unfortunate. Another handful of snow dropped on Wei Ying's mouth, for good measure. You animal. )
no subject
( — skinny, knobby, bony joints. Hard extensions. The knee.
It latches, snags, hits. Dull bruise of his recognition is this: the moment when Wei Ying transforms from bird bones and wilted limbs to feral thing, all hiss and spittle, clawing. When strategy simmers in slow boil to instinct. When he strikes —
...and really, what's a man to do but stare down, stunted, breath stilted, as if confronting his groin with his indignation will erase the reality of the attack? It — troubles him, first. Before pain bolts in, and he could be a gentleman, could grit his teeth and bear it no worse than a stabbing, but this is Wei Ying returned to his Yunmeng form, and wisely, Lan Wangji rolls over, back sunken in cold ground.
Cultivation has accelerated many wonders. Not immunity from the worst prank of the play grounds.
He does not grip himself. There is dignity. Only, suddenly, impossibly, confounded by betrayal — erupts in tectonic, heady, first harsh laughter that thins reedy, and convulses on. They are not under his uncle's roof, his skies. He may, hands clutching against fair snow, before releasing the weight of it in aimless spatters over Wei Ying's cheeks, his neck. Hoarse: )
You will die like snow on mountain's peak.
( Untouched, untarnished, virginal. Entirely and wholeheartedly uncorrupted
...which means, with resigned inevitability, that Lan Wangji will suffer the same fate. Most unfortunate. Another handful of snow dropped on Wei Ying's mouth, for good measure. You animal. )