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ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2022-02-24 01:50 am (UTC)

( You would do it yourself, but for how your hands remain ever unstained.

There is a word for this contingent of men, who faced with circumstances of death and duress, with moments of hardship, of resistance, of strain, decide unilaterally to pursue rhetoric and eschew ruin.

In some parts of the world, these men are named Jin. More loosely, merely politicians.

Perhaps the shade of disgust that washes Lan Wangji's face freely is styled, too, something of specificity. 'Jade-nausea.' 'Jingshi-fatigue.' He amuses himself, count of one, and two, and three, and each breath laboured, with the discipline of rolling his eyes without gently escorting them out of their sockets. With urging his hands into tight-knuckled fists and not consorting them with Beitang Moran's collar.

Then, with the patience of the heavens: )


We attempt exorcism in the way of the land's rites first. Bark.

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