( ...once thoroughly decapitated. Click of Lan Wangji's tongue, and the bride hisses, turns and captures his gaze with the harsh edge of her own, with the sickly hate that burdens it. She will not thank him a second death, less so a liberation. Nothing within her is compelled by ease or mercy.
When he cuts, thin and quick and the rivulet of red licking her throat like honeydew's spill, she — freezes, ample and unyielding subject to torture, remembering the root of fear. Perhaps, if she were asked in the ways appropriate.
But then, Lan Wangji's hands are bound, and his gaze teases the rims of Beitang Moran's robes, eases up. )
Raise Bichen in my stead.
( If Lan Wangji is to play the guqin, he requires two hands at the ready. )
no subject
( ...once thoroughly decapitated. Click of Lan Wangji's tongue, and the bride hisses, turns and captures his gaze with the harsh edge of her own, with the sickly hate that burdens it. She will not thank him a second death, less so a liberation. Nothing within her is compelled by ease or mercy.
When he cuts, thin and quick and the rivulet of red licking her throat like honeydew's spill, she — freezes, ample and unyielding subject to torture, remembering the root of fear. Perhaps, if she were asked in the ways appropriate.
But then, Lan Wangji's hands are bound, and his gaze teases the rims of Beitang Moran's robes, eases up. )
Raise Bichen in my stead.
( If Lan Wangji is to play the guqin, he requires two hands at the ready. )