[ This side. That. Theirs, his. Unfair, mountainous divisions. To think, they walk a narrow single-log bridge, and still stumble at each step.
His gaze trails over Xie Lian, to the flight of his letters, their reunion with silhouettes Lan Wangji supposes he might sketch with certainty even in his fever dreams. Sizhui, a boy of fragile, pretty wonder. A man, soon becoming of glory. Wei Ying, a different creature, whimsical and strange.
He stares, briefly, at the knife lost in hand, its implication. Wishes it whetted, thrust in a beating heart.
And did he eat? Mere morsels. ]
As fools do. [ A pause, then, for all poison does not 'affect Xie Lian normally' — ] And you?
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His gaze trails over Xie Lian, to the flight of his letters, their reunion with silhouettes Lan Wangji supposes he might sketch with certainty even in his fever dreams. Sizhui, a boy of fragile, pretty wonder. A man, soon becoming of glory. Wei Ying, a different creature, whimsical and strange.
He stares, briefly, at the knife lost in hand, its implication. Wishes it whetted, thrust in a beating heart.
And did he eat? Mere morsels. ]
As fools do. [ A pause, then, for all poison does not 'affect Xie Lian normally' — ] And you?