( Decide: nothing, as a man who has decided and stood with conviction at every decision, to have his legs cut out from under him again and again. Who has guilts and griefs that are barely two handfuls of months dulled, and here, his time old means to address them, by shoving them off, by being fine, by being whatever it is people need him to be.
The juice of the date down Lan Zhan's hand, and he feels an intense, sudden thirst, and he laughs with it, a short, dark bark of laughter, that turns tired, a note too high. Cups his hands, turns, and makes his parting way out the window with the floating words left behind: )
As you wish.
( Wishing has made neither of them the people they are in flesh and bone. Wishing has carved from both of them their marrow, the cavities of their chests, and figuring out who it is they see, what it is they are, well. In that, he hopes Lan Zhan has the advantage.
Wei Wuxian disappears into the stretching bleedover of day into night, and he is but light steps and an empty basket and a stomach left levels below where he walks, ghost of the rooftops, to return and keep his appointment with a woman who is half of everything in politics he finds boring, and half of what he finds bearable, and for a quarter of the same reasons.
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The juice of the date down Lan Zhan's hand, and he feels an intense, sudden thirst, and he laughs with it, a short, dark bark of laughter, that turns tired, a note too high. Cups his hands, turns, and makes his parting way out the window with the floating words left behind: )
As you wish.
( Wishing has made neither of them the people they are in flesh and bone. Wishing has carved from both of them their marrow, the cavities of their chests, and figuring out who it is they see, what it is they are, well. In that, he hopes Lan Zhan has the advantage.
Wei Wuxian disappears into the stretching bleedover of day into night, and he is but light steps and an empty basket and a stomach left levels below where he walks, ghost of the rooftops, to return and keep his appointment with a woman who is half of everything in politics he finds boring, and half of what he finds bearable, and for a quarter of the same reasons.
Shadows take him. Those, at least, he knows. )