( There is a moment, stale and crystallising between them, when the fox bride seems visibly embarrassed by their circumstances. Whether her affections rest with Lan Wangji — stiff and braced and tense like a thralled snake — or steer towards the willowy, more flexible person of his... newly encountered... partner in mendacious crime, Lan Wangji cannot say.
But she suffers. Lan Wangji, long-sighing, also suffers. They both gaze, briefly adoring and in earnest contemplation of the blades scattered on floors and hight table, seeming to wonder whether it is more pleasing to stab others with them or oneself.
The stranger seeps into the shapely constraints of Lan Wangji's personal space. Repulsed, Lan Wangji takes a step aside, compensating with verbal reassurance: )
Matrimonies survive lifetimes. ( Speak in general platitudes, and is it even a lie? Uncle, shy your gaze from your unworthy nephew Wangji. ) Husbands must be honoured with admiration.
( Do... not look... the stranger in the eye. Do... not imply... )
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But she suffers. Lan Wangji, long-sighing, also suffers. They both gaze, briefly adoring and in earnest contemplation of the blades scattered on floors and hight table, seeming to wonder whether it is more pleasing to stab others with them or oneself.
The stranger seeps into the shapely constraints of Lan Wangji's personal space. Repulsed, Lan Wangji takes a step aside, compensating with verbal reassurance: )
Matrimonies survive lifetimes. ( Speak in general platitudes, and is it even a lie? Uncle, shy your gaze from your unworthy nephew Wangji. ) Husbands must be honoured with admiration.
( Do... not look... the stranger in the eye. Do... not imply... )