[ Blinking slow, Asura tilts his head as he takes the stranger in anew. Violence Asura would meet with equal measure. Bloodshed is the drumbeat of his heart, carnage his oldest, native tongue. They could escalate this to a mutual destruction with the effortless ease lightning seeking the path of least resistance, a natural and instinctive conclusion.
But Lan Wangji speaks to him in borrowed patience, offers him understandable contempt dressed as gracious understanding.
It is more than Asura is used to being given by any, especially those who echo Wangji's carriage, his poise. Asura's tentacle goes lax, releases him to his feet, then withdraws.
His expression, when turned upon Wangji again, is abashed, reminiscent of a chastised child. ]
...yeah, [ he allows, agreeing not because he thinks Wangji understands but because Wangji has earned cooperation from him at least in this moment. He sniffs, then mops a hand over his face. One by one, the tentacles withdraw into his clothes. ]
Yeah, I guess that's it. Whatever. Guess they can't help being cursed.
[ Looking Wangji up and down, Asura folds his arms over his (bare) chest. ]
not even now can jiang cheng be spared i see. good.
But Lan Wangji speaks to him in borrowed patience, offers him understandable contempt dressed as gracious understanding.
It is more than Asura is used to being given by any, especially those who echo Wangji's carriage, his poise. Asura's tentacle goes lax, releases him to his feet, then withdraws.
His expression, when turned upon Wangji again, is abashed, reminiscent of a chastised child. ]
...yeah, [ he allows, agreeing not because he thinks Wangji understands but because Wangji has earned cooperation from him at least in this moment. He sniffs, then mops a hand over his face. One by one, the tentacles withdraw into his clothes. ]
Yeah, I guess that's it. Whatever. Guess they can't help being cursed.
[ Looking Wangji up and down, Asura folds his arms over his (bare) chest. ]
You got a name or something?