[ A moment, and a compromise: qi redirects itself, to the best of its efficiency, its regular circuit interrupted. No wound, but weakness. It feeds, saturates, caters to.
At Xie Lian's say, Lan Wangji summons the cheap trick of a talisman, light and flame and the crackle of sorcery filling out the frozen air. He aches to breathe, to be. Crisp, the air surrounding him mellows.
Obediently, he manipulates the talisman's flame to rain its kisses of fire and heat towards Xie Lian, in the customary concession earned by an elder. I have no need, he will say, or better yet, flaunt it with the indifference of a man who was never truly harassed by requirements. ]
Apologies for your concern.
[ Direct it, he need not say, to those who want still for a mother's touch. Not so, Lan Wangji, mutinously at ease with discomfort. ]
We must return. [ A pause, delicate, trailing. ] If you may be spared.
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At Xie Lian's say, Lan Wangji summons the cheap trick of a talisman, light and flame and the crackle of sorcery filling out the frozen air. He aches to breathe, to be. Crisp, the air surrounding him mellows.
Obediently, he manipulates the talisman's flame to rain its kisses of fire and heat towards Xie Lian, in the customary concession earned by an elder. I have no need, he will say, or better yet, flaunt it with the indifference of a man who was never truly harassed by requirements. ]
Apologies for your concern.
[ Direct it, he need not say, to those who want still for a mother's touch. Not so, Lan Wangji, mutinously at ease with discomfort. ]
We must return. [ A pause, delicate, trailing. ] If you may be spared.
[ There is no shame in withdrawal here, now. ]