( Cat scorned, his touch removes itself. Unbidden, perhaps wanted, better ash vestige and a desolate shadow than a lingered burden.
He does not ask, Did you rise from your knees to the height they wished of you? Are you the better, lifted man? Did they set him stone, a statue of virtues? Gild him in their sainted gold? Was he righteous, pure, sufficient?
But Lan Wangji sees a boy like the eye of a storm of anxieties, blinking. Sees him trembled, his back too slimmed to bear the world. )
Family casts a tight noose. ( A father absent, a mother withered, an uncle punitive. Alone, his brother's winter radiance. Lan Wangji's eyes shutter — open wide. ) Breathe.
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He does not ask, Did you rise from your knees to the height they wished of you? Are you the better, lifted man? Did they set him stone, a statue of virtues? Gild him in their sainted gold? Was he righteous, pure, sufficient?
But Lan Wangji sees a boy like the eye of a storm of anxieties, blinking. Sees him trembled, his back too slimmed to bear the world. )
Family casts a tight noose. ( A father absent, a mother withered, an uncle punitive. Alone, his brother's winter radiance. Lan Wangji's eyes shutter — open wide. ) Breathe.