( Nothing, he means to telegraph with the precise slanting of his brows, the twitch that plagues and colours the corner of his left eye. Emotional rift negotiated as meaning.
Nothing unto no one, and cast the blade aside. A wretched thing, how swiftly local hands steer towards prospects of murder. Not all is improved, more beautiful splattered by blood. Lan Wangji trades the look of his — accomplice, feral and that of their observer, herself a true beast, and he feels the quiet, groaned stirrings of temple-bursting, migraine-saddled resignation. Nausea steeps curdled within him. )
Now, we return me to my husband.
( He does not catch the man's arm, but gently waves him — only, starts the retreat by walking back, one step behind the next, never turning his back to the creature. )
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Nothing unto no one, and cast the blade aside. A wretched thing, how swiftly local hands steer towards prospects of murder. Not all is improved, more beautiful splattered by blood. Lan Wangji trades the look of his — accomplice, feral and that of their observer, herself a true beast, and he feels the quiet, groaned stirrings of temple-bursting, migraine-saddled resignation. Nausea steeps curdled within him. )
Now, we return me to my husband.
( He does not catch the man's arm, but gently waves him — only, starts the retreat by walking back, one step behind the next, never turning his back to the creature. )
Apologies, madam.