( There is a beast in him, howling and scratch-prone, claws readied. It does not discriminate, stench of waiting blood and iron saturating the air, when a victim's throat comes close. When hunger stabs, any bite suffices.
The line of Lan Wangji's back melts and fractures, and he bends and bows and breaks, until his forehead sweeps and kisses the floor, and he holds the pose — wilted. There is a beat, a frantic, chased animal's pulse that batters his temples, the stormed start of a migraine.
"Whaaaaaaaaat's the use in another woman, eeeeeeeeeeeeh, what's the use, what's the uuuuuuuuuuuse? You tell me, and I'll tell'er, least she knows, yah, least she knows what I'm doin' and her daughter won't, yeah? So she knows?" )
Would fees persuade Wrathion to cast shadow upon another door?
( This man, after all, is not alone in his intrusion. )
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The line of Lan Wangji's back melts and fractures, and he bends and bows and breaks, until his forehead sweeps and kisses the floor, and he holds the pose — wilted. There is a beat, a frantic, chased animal's pulse that batters his temples, the stormed start of a migraine.
"Whaaaaaaaaat's the use in another woman, eeeeeeeeeeeeh, what's the use, what's the uuuuuuuuuuuse? You tell me, and I'll tell'er, least she knows, yah, least she knows what I'm doin' and her daughter won't, yeah? So she knows?" )
Would fees persuade Wrathion to cast shadow upon another door?
( This man, after all, is not alone in his intrusion. )