( A simple thing, to extricate themselves after — the fox bride feverish, aggrieved. Insulted but for how pride seems to poison her limbs and burden them with lead. Lan Wangji does not bow again — subtracts himself from the difficult equation of another man's marital congress and feels the sting of red stain binding his wrist, a hair ribbon's claim and marker.
The air's crisp when they flee the room, vinegary in stark comparison to the cloying sweetness of the candles within the marital quarters. He frowns, half intrigued by the strength of the fox's thralls, half disturbed by his own blindness — deceived by the bride's spells, when they brought her in.
The parchments say, Watch her, for the evening, that she should not flee. He hands the morsel of paper to his companion, their instruction shard. Then, gravelly: )
Apologies. I cannot wed.
( ...in case the man's interest was honest and true. )
no subject
The air's crisp when they flee the room, vinegary in stark comparison to the cloying sweetness of the candles within the marital quarters. He frowns, half intrigued by the strength of the fox's thralls, half disturbed by his own blindness — deceived by the bride's spells, when they brought her in.
The parchments say, Watch her, for the evening, that she should not flee. He hands the morsel of paper to his companion, their instruction shard. Then, gravelly: )
Apologies. I cannot wed.
( ...in case the man's interest was honest and true. )