( There are mercies and blessings and kindnesses in life, and one such is this: that Anduin, voice oiled and steady, and the look of him strained, proposes assistance.
Molten still in prostration, Lan Wangji tempts himself with the ease of somnolence — with resting here, as children do, boneless and sweet, until his troubles dissipate at foreign hands. But he is a man grown, and, between them, blinks and breathes elder.
There are limits to self-indulgence, to unmooring. He lifts himself, back first and strangely arched like a caterpillar flinching away from fire licks. Then, his arms brace and support him up. Finally, doused in stupor, he kneels in silence, eyes wet with the tenuous blur of light assaulting his sight, invasive. He expects the coagulation of granules of light before him is Anduin. Speculates. Nods, half-convinced. )
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Molten still in prostration, Lan Wangji tempts himself with the ease of somnolence — with resting here, as children do, boneless and sweet, until his troubles dissipate at foreign hands. But he is a man grown, and, between them, blinks and breathes elder.
There are limits to self-indulgence, to unmooring. He lifts himself, back first and strangely arched like a caterpillar flinching away from fire licks. Then, his arms brace and support him up. Finally, doused in stupor, he kneels in silence, eyes wet with the tenuous blur of light assaulting his sight, invasive. He expects the coagulation of granules of light before him is Anduin. Speculates. Nods, half-convinced. )
He will not heed you.
( But he does not ask, Do not go. )