I hadn't let myself think about marriage until I did, but what's this? You want to be formal in bedding? I'll give it a try, husband, as long as you're asking.
Qualify her beauty? She's a beautiful woman. Observed, much like Wrath is handsome even with his shorn hair, or Allison likewise beautiful. Were you looking for poetic descriptions when gifting her?
I'm not broken. I have been, more than once. What I've chosen has been by my own claims, for my own reasons, not for a safe harbour you provided once back home.
I chose you, Lan Zhan. Try to get used to it sometime in the next five decades.
Also please consider me something closer to human, at this rate I'm wondering if I need to start biting you to display affection like animals do.
For biting? Never figured it out, but it's always been between that and kicking with the animals I've run into.
For faith? Those you'll have to find on your own. That's the nature of faith.
For choosing you? You decided, against the weight of our cultivation world's regard, to stand by me. You've not turned away from the best or worst we've seen here. You've made mistakes. You've sometimes apologised. You've sparred with plain steel and the night at our backs. You've spoken endlessly in my ear to drown out the command of the dead. You try to run when I say I want you too, and you come back anyway, as dumb as I am. You share a sense of justice that protects more than ourselves. You've tried saving what most would say isn't possible. You've opened your heart to child after child, and you will again.
I didn't choose you because you're perfect, or handsome, or rich. Not because you can protect me, or because you have before.
I chose you because you still want to stand at my side, even when we fight between us, even where we disagree. In lows and highs and where we have no authority but a Scorpion's purchased grace. I chose you because you panicked and ran off in my spare robes, leaving your ribbon around my wrist, with twelve ancestors to witness. I continue to choose you, because even when you kicked me out of our bed, you kept my brother fed and safe. Because you look after the others, even when they have no idea that's what you're doing at all.
Or were you asking after something else? I'm feeling bare, here, and I'm fully clothed!
( Loyalty, paternity, violence. Embarrassment, to be found out in his naked want, repurposed as controllable affection. Feet to bear him, lone at Wei Ying's side.
This is how Wei Ying stitches the multitudes of him in one singular shield. He names it: )
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( lies. he's just got his sister as his mental guide, truly. )
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A daughter is your right.
'Lan Zhan,' 'Lan Wangji,' 'Hanguang-Jun' is your right.
Do you understand?
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Each step on a path wide enough for two, or three, or more. A journey learned.
Side by side, I'm your right as well.
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A time will come when you do not fear it. When you desire it.
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Is what you trust in me the perception of my ability and willingness to abandon you?
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But there are better, more suitable clasps to rest their cheeks.
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I'm not broken. I have been, more than once. What I've chosen has been by my own claims, for my own reasons, not for a safe harbour you provided once back home.
I chose you, Lan Zhan. Try to get used to it sometime in the next five decades.
Also please consider me something closer to human, at this rate I'm wondering if I need to start biting you to display affection like animals do.
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For faith? Those you'll have to find on your own. That's the nature of faith.
For choosing you? You decided, against the weight of our cultivation world's regard, to stand by me. You've not turned away from the best or worst we've seen here. You've made mistakes. You've sometimes apologised. You've sparred with plain steel and the night at our backs. You've spoken endlessly in my ear to drown out the command of the dead. You try to run when I say I want you too, and you come back anyway, as dumb as I am. You share a sense of justice that protects more than ourselves. You've tried saving what most would say isn't possible. You've opened your heart to child after child, and you will again.
I didn't choose you because you're perfect, or handsome, or rich. Not because you can protect me, or because you have before.
I chose you because you still want to stand at my side, even when we fight between us, even where we disagree. In lows and highs and where we have no authority but a Scorpion's purchased grace. I chose you because you panicked and ran off in my spare robes, leaving your ribbon around my wrist, with twelve ancestors to witness. I continue to choose you, because even when you kicked me out of our bed, you kept my brother fed and safe. Because you look after the others, even when they have no idea that's what you're doing at all.
Or were you asking after something else? I'm feeling bare, here, and I'm fully clothed!
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This is how Wei Ying stitches the multitudes of him in one singular shield. He names it: )
You associate me with safety.
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I associate you with hope.
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