downswing: (accounts settled)
ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2021-12-12 02:56 am (UTC)

( The nod is a sketch, prematurely aborted. In Cloud Recesses, an exaggeration of gesture is profligacy by any other name — Lan Wangji need not forget his childhood courtesies, only for having strayed into another world.

And he is tired past bone, into marrow. A stiffness chokes his throat and walks his spine, keeps his back arrested in a firm, unyielding line. He remembers home, lacquered floors, crisp grass blades and the gentle steps of disciples, never running. Taking instruction, while Wangji dictates in a voice as mild-weathered as this: )


Correct. ( No reward forthcoming. ) A son and vessel of the biting wind.

( Empowered by it, and strengthening it in return, in a curious cyclical relationship Lan Wangji cannot pretend to comprehend. )

Should have executed alongside his rival. We neglected to.

( Scurried like rats, a literal vessel drowned. )

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting