downswing: (architecture)
ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2021-08-30 11:00 pm (UTC)

[ Care for him, as if he is a child unattended, a dog straying. He feels bristled, the friction of clothes on his back coarse, Chu Wanning's eyes too heated, too wandered. Seen, for absence of the speed to make a scarcity of himself.

And the moon watches on, and he aches for the stare of her, rose thorns and the nearby debris of leaves, curling and darkened, coming in. A garden. He itches and strains, until his fingers tease the ends of flowers — rips one bloom, carelessly, and yearns for reprieve from his own negligence. ]


I am uninjured.

[ A truth, mirror-distorted: he has taken no wounding, does not bleed, suffered no puncture. Poison walks his body, but he is a sturdy bridge, standing. He will not fall for this, with this. He will not die, not while his son yet depends on a father to escort him through the turbulence of life. ]

As are you.

[ Let them be two crowned in pride, then.

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