( Look at her: claws and teeth and the shine of her fur, the glistened, slaughter-tipped sharpness of her alertness. Look how she hungers, watching Lan Wangji and seeing through him, as if he is no more than gossamer, and Beitang Moran thread — as if they are both debris and residue, inconsequential.
An inconvenience and slow stall from her target, but no true deterrent. She risks nothing, wasting her time with them. She will kill. Blood spikes her air, reduces matter and time into the negative space between her desires. She will, she will have. She will kil, she will have.
She will kill, she is.
She is.
She is. )
Why waste marital rites on murder? ( This, he cannot grasp. What point to this? A curse could just as easily claim a betrothed before his happiest hour. )
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( Look at her: claws and teeth and the shine of her fur, the glistened, slaughter-tipped sharpness of her alertness. Look how she hungers, watching Lan Wangji and seeing through him, as if he is no more than gossamer, and Beitang Moran thread — as if they are both debris and residue, inconsequential.
An inconvenience and slow stall from her target, but no true deterrent. She risks nothing, wasting her time with them. She will kill. Blood spikes her air, reduces matter and time into the negative space between her desires. She will, she will have. She will kil, she will have.
She will kill, she is.
She is.
She is. )
Why waste marital rites on murder? ( This, he cannot grasp. What point to this? A curse could just as easily claim a betrothed before his happiest hour. )