downswing: (tale as old as time)
ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2022-04-23 12:07 am (UTC)

You lack recourse.

[ A curse, its memories, the worsening of his irritation. Xie Lian's temper runs too mellow-sweet for its turbulences to catch the eye as more than exceptions, as oddities, as rare and timid disturbance.

...and yet, Lan Wangji might have known, should have known. Is he not still Hanguang-jun, bearer of light, he who takes chaos in mountains, dispels it citadels, exorcises villages? If he has failed in this one calling —

Walk on, young master Lan. There is a tremble to his step, an uncertainty that cripples natural elegance, leaves him to stutter. Lost, he cannot make scout of his qi and extend it to ripple the vast sea of the woods and their natural strength. His core churns, futile, silent. When his hand clutches his belly, on instinct, it is to find it warm, power stranded in a short circuit that never reaches his awareness. ]


These waters. [ Strings and rivulets, laces of dark. ] We fault them as cause. And if they are effect?

[ Residue, direct or sheer happenstance. They have too often cast blame at the feet of this symptom they misunderstand. ]

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