downswing: (legends)
ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2022-04-29 10:53 pm (UTC)

[ With his party. The Merchant. Then, this is a fresh-faced companion, startled from subterfuge, forced to reveal himself? There is a knowing to the creature that Lan Wangji, startled into stupor, anticipates far and broad in stretch. A silent, limpid understanding of their circumstances.

Blood and albumen under Lan Wangji palms would be the right of birthing. Instead, filth, water, and the earth has still spawned. Their infusion, wet dirt slapped meanly on the dragon's foot, crusting and crackled, like the paint off ancient eaves. Lan Wangji applies it once more, more for the sake of lending himself purpose, while he negotiates absent, silvered understanding.

Where do you hail from? Another world. And is the dragon a harbinger there? Do they give him fond-earned worship? He bears the dignity and scale of a creature that has earned reverence, if not commanded it. The metals of rust and blood do not seep loud in the air between them. ]


I am strong. [ A counter, gentle. Strong men abide no yoke, nor excuses. If he has failed once and surrendered his flesh to foreign thrall, he will not defend it as another's achievement. Better to admit it as his fault, owned. And tentaively: ] You bear a name?

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