( This man is deceptively small, punitively lean. His edges snag and tear on Lan Wangji's skin, and he hisses long, when a careless swerve leads to a blunt, twitching prod of their captive's elbow in Wangji's stomach. Not of his design — no vigor left in him even to tremble. Yet Lan Wangji, steering the body, groaning when the next long tumble of the sea spears him with the unfathomable, swinging burden of the beast he carries —
Gently begrudges him.
The wet of the deck is a babe's earnest slobber, shallow but oft-wrenched between wind, heaving, and gasps of the wood stretched out on the planks. Lan Wangji nearly slips — then, with a grunt that does him little credit, wrangles the man until he is better balanced on Lan Wangji's side, leaving Emilia to manoeuvre herself free. Float this ox, she says. So be it. )
You will want shielding. ( Night veils them, but braziers wink scattered at patient distances on the rail. A body afloat will draw the eye of any sailor tasked with catching threats at distance. ) A diversion.
( And can Lan Wangji deliver? The guqin suits empty, vast spaces that do not threaten collapse. The sword glistens, draws the eye. Murder will satisfy the hour's discretion, but strand them amid scrutiny, come the morrow.
But then, he is not the greatest terror on any deck he walks. )
Emilia. The heart of the deck. Cast flame.
( He can certainly spread it and let the sailors accrue. )
no subject
Gently begrudges him.
The wet of the deck is a babe's earnest slobber, shallow but oft-wrenched between wind, heaving, and gasps of the wood stretched out on the planks. Lan Wangji nearly slips — then, with a grunt that does him little credit, wrangles the man until he is better balanced on Lan Wangji's side, leaving Emilia to manoeuvre herself free. Float this ox, she says. So be it. )
You will want shielding. ( Night veils them, but braziers wink scattered at patient distances on the rail. A body afloat will draw the eye of any sailor tasked with catching threats at distance. ) A diversion.
( And can Lan Wangji deliver? The guqin suits empty, vast spaces that do not threaten collapse. The sword glistens, draws the eye. Murder will satisfy the hour's discretion, but strand them amid scrutiny, come the morrow.
But then, he is not the greatest terror on any deck he walks. )
Emilia. The heart of the deck. Cast flame.
( He can certainly spread it and let the sailors accrue. )