[ If Wei Ying were to give anything other than a testing tug, Lan Zhan would yet again yield. Yield, and perhaps leave him, unsure of where to progress if even simply holding his hand is unwanted. But he'd said he wanted it, and Lan Zhan had not sensed any teasing in his words then. He likes to think that he understands, at least, when Wei Ying is teasing if not the purpose behind such jokes and diversions.
For example, he knows that Wei Ying is joking about honor and the quality of his teachings. He does not, however, know why it is considered foul play to hold the hand of his fated person, the one who asked him to hold his hand in the first place. Perhaps it is because his leporine friend requires a slow, steady approach or he is likely to bolt. Lan Zhan will continue to practice patience, to wait for the rabbit to willingly walk into his waiting palm.
He huffs a soft breath of laughter when Wei Ying addresses his own fingers and then voices their reply. They are worthy hostages, beautiful and skilled and so very necessary for the defense of their master. Yet Lan Zhan holds them gently, folded among his own tiny soldiers, perhaps more of a meeting of allies rather than a clash of opposing armies. Or, if Wei Ying is the envoy sent to bargain for their freedom, maybe the little fiends have learned some sympathy for their captor.
Ridiculous. They are fingers and nothing more, though they are still precious fingers to Lan Zhan.
Humming, he looks from their joined hands up at Wei Ying, meeting his eyes fully for the first time since he'd arrived. His head tilts to one side, curiously offering an ear as his hair slides across his shoulders. ] Ransom. What is the price? [ It's backward, he knows. The captor should name the ransom, yet he can't help wondering what it is that Wei Ying is guiding him towards. He has learned, from experience, that such ploys are often to bring about an effect that Wei Ying wished for in the first place. If manipulating Lan Zhan into giving him something will please him, then Lan Zhan is a happy pawn. ]
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For example, he knows that Wei Ying is joking about honor and the quality of his teachings. He does not, however, know why it is considered foul play to hold the hand of his fated person, the one who asked him to hold his hand in the first place. Perhaps it is because his leporine friend requires a slow, steady approach or he is likely to bolt. Lan Zhan will continue to practice patience, to wait for the rabbit to willingly walk into his waiting palm.
He huffs a soft breath of laughter when Wei Ying addresses his own fingers and then voices their reply. They are worthy hostages, beautiful and skilled and so very necessary for the defense of their master. Yet Lan Zhan holds them gently, folded among his own tiny soldiers, perhaps more of a meeting of allies rather than a clash of opposing armies. Or, if Wei Ying is the envoy sent to bargain for their freedom, maybe the little fiends have learned some sympathy for their captor.
Ridiculous. They are fingers and nothing more, though they are still precious fingers to Lan Zhan.
Humming, he looks from their joined hands up at Wei Ying, meeting his eyes fully for the first time since he'd arrived. His head tilts to one side, curiously offering an ear as his hair slides across his shoulders. ] Ransom. What is the price? [ It's backward, he knows. The captor should name the ransom, yet he can't help wondering what it is that Wei Ying is guiding him towards. He has learned, from experience, that such ploys are often to bring about an effect that Wei Ying wished for in the first place. If manipulating Lan Zhan into giving him something will please him, then Lan Zhan is a happy pawn. ]