( He would. A plain truth, hard as a mill's stone in the waters of ebbing uncertainty. Wei Ying's kindness is in this: the softening of glaring truths, the shielding of his hurts. He makes no sport of Lan Wangji's own troubled disposition, does not press advantage. This, here, the truth of his necromancy laid bare like the deformed body of a lover who was waged and won your wars — could be quarrel between them.
Wei Ying would have the right to ask, to want his skills discussed publicly, transparently, with the same comfort afforded to archery or the lesser sword talents. It is not. Lan Wangji's reticence does not flatter him.
Their eyes meet, dark chasm. Weight of Wei Ying's palm on his nape branding. Last I kissed you, you put the hurt where you now sprawl. But then, far from Lan Wangji to bear grudges. )
Falsely purposing conjugal wiles is forbidden. ( Besides, it has been some time since the Gusu Lan precepts suffered an addition. He answers, holding the line of Wei Ying's vision. Usurping it, tension of his neck a harbinger that he does not intend to be pulled down towards beautiful distraction. ) Speak.
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( He would. A plain truth, hard as a mill's stone in the waters of ebbing uncertainty. Wei Ying's kindness is in this: the softening of glaring truths, the shielding of his hurts. He makes no sport of Lan Wangji's own troubled disposition, does not press advantage. This, here, the truth of his necromancy laid bare like the deformed body of a lover who was waged and won your wars — could be quarrel between them.
Wei Ying would have the right to ask, to want his skills discussed publicly, transparently, with the same comfort afforded to archery or the lesser sword talents. It is not. Lan Wangji's reticence does not flatter him.
Their eyes meet, dark chasm. Weight of Wei Ying's palm on his nape branding. Last I kissed you, you put the hurt where you now sprawl. But then, far from Lan Wangji to bear grudges. )
Falsely purposing conjugal wiles is forbidden. ( Besides, it has been some time since the Gusu Lan precepts suffered an addition. He answers, holding the line of Wei Ying's vision. Usurping it, tension of his neck a harbinger that he does not intend to be pulled down towards beautiful distraction. ) Speak.