[ Willing. Happy. Free. So simply offered, like the first spoonful of sweet dew, swirled in congee, after weeks of convalescence. Months of chiefly cultivation and one invisible ugly hat later, and, would you look at that: Lan Zhan's wrestled down words. He'd better have at least deployed the good bait, when he netted Wei Wuxian in just now, like prime fish brooding around his old haunts after a night of sea troubles.
Willing and happy and free — and coaxed. Done and done and done, and... sorted. He nods into Lan Zhan's shoulder, in miniature ripples of movement he thinks (hopes) Lan Zhan will recognise. ]
Fair terms. [ So he should, for the sake of his nature, argue them. But he feels himself depleted, a stretch of conquered and barren ground, safer now that the blood of their quarrel's drenched him downl. ] I like them.
[ His eyes shutter close, never a sign of relaxation when he's still invariably restrained, but easing, certainly — negotiating to infuse the nervous quality of his energy in the waiting, electric air of an evening that couldn't determine if it wanted to flirt with the start of storms.
Lan Zhan will probably reveal some grand umbrella invited from literal air, if rain broke. It's just eerily efficient enough to suit his nature. ]
Did you finish my talisman?
[ In the prolonged interval Wei Wuxian brokered them, despite his initial offer. He would be ashamed now, if he weren't desperate before, drenched in the need to survive the chasm of the imminent confrontation. At least, if he's not being fed, he can still explore some gains. ]
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Willing and happy and free — and coaxed. Done and done and done, and... sorted. He nods into Lan Zhan's shoulder, in miniature ripples of movement he thinks (hopes) Lan Zhan will recognise. ]
Fair terms. [ So he should, for the sake of his nature, argue them. But he feels himself depleted, a stretch of conquered and barren ground, safer now that the blood of their quarrel's drenched him downl. ] I like them.
[ His eyes shutter close, never a sign of relaxation when he's still invariably restrained, but easing, certainly — negotiating to infuse the nervous quality of his energy in the waiting, electric air of an evening that couldn't determine if it wanted to flirt with the start of storms.
Lan Zhan will probably reveal some grand umbrella invited from literal air, if rain broke. It's just eerily efficient enough to suit his nature. ]
Did you finish my talisman?
[ In the prolonged interval Wei Wuxian brokered them, despite his initial offer. He would be ashamed now, if he weren't desperate before, drenched in the need to survive the chasm of the imminent confrontation. At least, if he's not being fed, he can still explore some gains. ]