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lan wangji
missives | encounters

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Not what the masters would intend.

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No, but if you're the one insisting on further patience, I can intend what I will.

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You interpret this as slight or challenge.

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No, Lan Zhan. I'm just telling you my wants. Not my needs.

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Your needs. To shower me in silks.

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Yes. Seeing you in them, beautiful, makes my heart feel like a kitten's claws are clutching it.

One day taking them off you layer by layer will be beautiful too.

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( Ah. How to ask this kindly: )

Is this the work of riches over the poverty of before?

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I would as happily undress you with care from patched linen robes, washed into softness.

Your tastes, husband, run more expensive than that.

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You hail of Yunmeng.


( EVERYONE SAW YOUR SILKS. )

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And the streets, before then, and Yiling after. Food and tea and wine made me happier than the clothes did.

They were nice too! No complaints, but the people, and enough to eat? Was better.

Stop getting off track, I'm telling you I like seeing you in things you like, and yes eventually I want to undress you from things you enjoy wearing. Am I mistaken? Are silks and lace not pleasing to you?

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It is the way of my people.



( #personalvanity #smoothlyignoring #undressing??? #girl )

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The way of mine says, well made clothing looks good on and coming off, so this way we're all pleased!

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I want for nothing.

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Gifts don't imply you lack. Let me give.

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Though you'll appreciate another change of robes after the last few have been destroyed. The blessed ones are the best still, aren't they?

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It... has been pleasing to have no earthly concern for them.

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We're no masters of laundering, sadly, it's true. An oddly useful blessing!

( as some may term, it's a happy little accident )

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Wei Ying minded my interests.

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Long before I knew of additional ties between us, I cared.

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How does a heart so big not sunder under its own weight?

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By healing when the fractures break tiny pieces off the whole, and beating strong for the ones who likewise care for it.

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Seam scars remain.

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Kiss the reminders of having survived and healed.

Because we both know what my truly broken heart did.

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Perhaps we should lay her down incense.

[weifinder]

I would like that.

Thank you, Lan Zhan. Thank you.