( Two rabbits and a plague, both raining hazard on his silks, the stretch of his lap rippled when they tumble, nose and play. The second rabbit, mischievous, rounds the first to bruise the trembled swell of his flank with his whiskers, to tickle the furred, rounded pads of his toes.
Lan Wangji, who has never known the great pressure of justice without abiding them, find himself introducing a mediator — gentling his hand to cup and weigh the slow expanse of Wei Ying's nape and bring him in, the rapid, thundered pulse of his temple against the perch of Wangji's knee. Sit still, breathe, listen. Bear the tender weight of Lan Wangji's stroking hand branding heat on Wei Ying's forehead. )
Father. ( A charcoal sketch of imprecisions, the vagaries of Lan Wangji's growing antipathy, the colour of stewing, humid mornings and squalor and a sun never settled to shine. ) Mother, a mist.
( Too young, when she — retired. When her jail birthed the pillars of his fortress, strong, and he raised himself a man from the bones of her solitude. When her absence turned Zewu-Jun into a god and Lan Wangji, his disciple. )
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( Two rabbits and a plague, both raining hazard on his silks, the stretch of his lap rippled when they tumble, nose and play. The second rabbit, mischievous, rounds the first to bruise the trembled swell of his flank with his whiskers, to tickle the furred, rounded pads of his toes.
Lan Wangji, who has never known the great pressure of justice without abiding them, find himself introducing a mediator — gentling his hand to cup and weigh the slow expanse of Wei Ying's nape and bring him in, the rapid, thundered pulse of his temple against the perch of Wangji's knee. Sit still, breathe, listen. Bear the tender weight of Lan Wangji's stroking hand branding heat on Wei Ying's forehead. )
Father. ( A charcoal sketch of imprecisions, the vagaries of Lan Wangji's growing antipathy, the colour of stewing, humid mornings and squalor and a sun never settled to shine. ) Mother, a mist.
( Too young, when she — retired. When her jail birthed the pillars of his fortress, strong, and he raised himself a man from the bones of her solitude. When her absence turned Zewu-Jun into a god and Lan Wangji, his disciple. )
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