[ A plan. Of the two, he supposes, age and rank befit him to assume leadership, for all Jiang Cheng is... the most reticent of his followers among the sects.
Outside, the homes reek of damp and drink, stink that signals, far too close by, spillage. The hour does not find their soon-hosts young in their cups, yet Lan Wangji steels himself, watches the moon droop down like the night's lazy eye, and concedes the... strategy: ]
Gain passage. [ Yes, Lan Wangji. And after? ] Coax them to locked doors. [ And the slow, honey-trickled drift of his brows that indicates, perhaps an exercise of their charms and wiles may be required. ] Kill right away.
[ ...grant him, at least, that he recuses himself from saying something weird.
But not from the drip of his sleeve silks, as he ruptures himself from the ground, standing — within plain sight of the men who await them, the hand studiously slapped to his lower back in the time-honoured posture of the land twitching fingers, so Jiang Cheng may take instruction to follow.
Ahead, their doting audience of two elbows each other, pointing vigorously towards them, 'And who are these piecess?'
'The goooooooods, maaaaaaaaaan.'
'Yeah? Ah...?'
'Yeeeaaaahhhhh. Gotta be'
And it is no lie, he supposes, not in the letter of the precepts, when Wangji merely saunters by as if he were a breeze, indifferent to the winks and jeers of the two lechers who receive them, to the hand that settles sweet on his shoulder, then cascades down to seek his...
'You wanna... know each other, sweetheart?
...when Wangji side steps his escort, glance cast back to capture Jiang Cheng, there is a distinct, fathomable air of, We are certain I cannot kill them right away? ]
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Outside, the homes reek of damp and drink, stink that signals, far too close by, spillage. The hour does not find their soon-hosts young in their cups, yet Lan Wangji steels himself, watches the moon droop down like the night's lazy eye, and concedes the... strategy: ]
Gain passage. [ Yes, Lan Wangji. And after? ] Coax them to locked doors. [ And the slow, honey-trickled drift of his brows that indicates, perhaps an exercise of their charms and wiles may be required. ] Kill right away.
[ ...grant him, at least, that he recuses himself from saying something weird.
But not from the drip of his sleeve silks, as he ruptures himself from the ground, standing — within plain sight of the men who await them, the hand studiously slapped to his lower back in the time-honoured posture of the land twitching fingers, so Jiang Cheng may take instruction to follow.
Ahead, their doting audience of two elbows each other, pointing vigorously towards them, 'And who are these piecess?'
'The goooooooods, maaaaaaaaaan.'
'Yeah? Ah...?'
'Yeeeaaaahhhhh. Gotta be'
And it is no lie, he supposes, not in the letter of the precepts, when Wangji merely saunters by as if he were a breeze, indifferent to the winks and jeers of the two lechers who receive them, to the hand that settles sweet on his shoulder, then cascades down to seek his...
'You wanna... know each other, sweetheart?
...when Wangji side steps his escort, glance cast back to capture Jiang Cheng, there is a distinct, fathomable air of, We are certain I cannot kill them right away? ]