( What is it with the sculpt of this face, he must wonder. What sleeps within and shapes its bones, so that he might forever gaze in eyes alike to Wei Ying's and know they sit across him at cavernous distance and irreconcilable odds?
You would know an order for the iron in your mouth. For how Beitang Moran's mouth would wet with the blood of his gums and the bile of his stomach, how Lan Wangji could — would — persuade his body of every precious, petty agony that disrespect can earn it.
But this is not war, they are not creatures of savage habit. They did not meet under a rusting sky, massacres snagging their feet. He returns to himself in cautious, studied increments, and nods only once to signal his approval — they play this game. He stalls, wasting time the groom does not have. For master Beitang's pleasure. )
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You would know an order for the iron in your mouth. For how Beitang Moran's mouth would wet with the blood of his gums and the bile of his stomach, how Lan Wangji could — would — persuade his body of every precious, petty agony that disrespect can earn it.
But this is not war, they are not creatures of savage habit. They did not meet under a rusting sky, massacres snagging their feet. He returns to himself in cautious, studied increments, and nods only once to signal his approval — they play this game. He stalls, wasting time the groom does not have. For master Beitang's pleasure. )
A necessity. Asked not without difficulty.