[Moran turns to face the creature, now almost too entirely foxlike.
The truth is, he knows what Lan Wangji is doing. But there is another truth there, that he also trusts Lan Wangji on a certain fundamental level. As petty as the man is - and he is petty, about as much as Moran is capable of being - he does not believe he would let someone like him, bearing Wei Wuxian's face, come to too much harm, even to teach a lesson.
And the creature must be stopped, one way or another.
She lashes out entirely too fast, rushing at him, and in all conscience he should not have been able to avoid her... except in that moment, the sigil on his forehead glows, bright and silver and white and purple, and for two or three seconds it's as if he can read her movements before she even thinks of making them, avoiding claw and tooth and sinking the silver tip of the hairpin into her jugular with almost surgical precision.]
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[Moran turns to face the creature, now almost too entirely foxlike.
The truth is, he knows what Lan Wangji is doing. But there is another truth there, that he also trusts Lan Wangji on a certain fundamental level. As petty as the man is - and he is petty, about as much as Moran is capable of being - he does not believe he would let someone like him, bearing Wei Wuxian's face, come to too much harm, even to teach a lesson.
And the creature must be stopped, one way or another.
She lashes out entirely too fast, rushing at him, and in all conscience he should not have been able to avoid her... except in that moment, the sigil on his forehead glows, bright and silver and white and purple, and for two or three seconds it's as if he can read her movements before she even thinks of making them, avoiding claw and tooth and sinking the silver tip of the hairpin into her jugular with almost surgical precision.]