downswing: (endgame)
ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote 2023-02-19 09:37 am (UTC)


She is a mother. Her choice plain.

( Dead and wilted and long gome, when her children are imperiled. The moment when glances darken and snag and sit on her, idle and long. She will not be a beacon of harm and antipathy, to reverberate that displeasure unto her young. And Alem does not stand ready to make its peace with the dead.

He feels Wei Ying small now, a dust mote. Tragic in his futility, reduced. Beautiful, in the calm, unflinching way of nature, where catastrophes always enchant through the music of immutability. He cannot be turned away. Contained, eradicated. )


How is she different? From spirits, to your strength.

( Well resourced, but still broadly untested. Wei Ying has only danced kniwn steps before. The burgeouning sweep of Lan Wangji removes itself. Ebb, tide. He lowers down, until he feels like a pained, tightly bound arc looming large over his husband. )


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