[ He says evenly, as if Lan Zhan and any of his sect brothers were given to the critical offence of staining teeth with meats, culling appetites on the death of animals.
A cruel fate. Well, you can only take the monster out of Yiling. The Burial Mound thrives and thrums beneath his skin, begs him wakeful. Here, now, would Wei Wuxian have forgiven delay? Lan Zhan would have rued the hour. But his luck is a fine, red string, and he must stretch it until it snaps.
He stains his eyes with the sight of Lan Zhan again, handsomely statuesque, what a poetic vision — he'd applaud it, but Wei Wuxian never did learn finery. He knows a Lan Zhan prettier than this, red-drowned, anger-mulled. Like wine, thickened. Peace suits cultivation, not the cultivator's heart.
The breeze tickles hair on his cheek, riles him enough that he takes a hand to unsaddle it. Tsk, what sabotage, would you look at that. Wei Wuxian's moment, routinely interrupted.
He waves a hand down beside him, hovered but never quite landing on Lan Zhan's feet. ]
Sit with me. I'm afraid of you. You're not helping.
[ By looming, he means. Every rabbit scuttles beneath the shadow of a giant. To think, years later, Lan Zhan never strove to learn. ]
no subject
[ He says evenly, as if Lan Zhan and any of his sect brothers were given to the critical offence of staining teeth with meats, culling appetites on the death of animals.
A cruel fate. Well, you can only take the monster out of Yiling. The Burial Mound thrives and thrums beneath his skin, begs him wakeful. Here, now, would Wei Wuxian have forgiven delay? Lan Zhan would have rued the hour. But his luck is a fine, red string, and he must stretch it until it snaps.
He stains his eyes with the sight of Lan Zhan again, handsomely statuesque, what a poetic vision — he'd applaud it, but Wei Wuxian never did learn finery. He knows a Lan Zhan prettier than this, red-drowned, anger-mulled. Like wine, thickened. Peace suits cultivation, not the cultivator's heart.
The breeze tickles hair on his cheek, riles him enough that he takes a hand to unsaddle it. Tsk, what sabotage, would you look at that. Wei Wuxian's moment, routinely interrupted.
He waves a hand down beside him, hovered but never quite landing on Lan Zhan's feet. ]
Sit with me. I'm afraid of you. You're not helping.
[ By looming, he means. Every rabbit scuttles beneath the shadow of a giant. To think, years later, Lan Zhan never strove to learn. ]