( It would be easier to simply allow the capture of this ox.
To withhold mercy he would no doubt withhold from them if roles were reversed. A growing frustration with flickering beacons and postponed ambitions facilitates this temptation: not her world. Not her fight. Not her enemy. What could they really do to her, if she willed otherwise?
In a heartbeat she could bend this world's magic to her own and learn all its truths, the price her soul and the free will of mortals she was taught to respect. She would not have to compromise, would not have to swallow the bile, or spin any tales. Tolerate anything. She could simply make them.
She could raze it all down, and show them why she was once the most feared.
And she would be no better than the monster that came for her twin and fellow witches, gorging on their stars. Lan Wangji is tired of the kill. Emilia could dirty her hands in his stead. It would be far from the first time, now. Yet.
Yet she keeps that darkness away once more, keeps it from her expression entirely, Lan Wangji's request fulfilled. The evidence comes in the shouting that follows not soon after:
"Fire on deck. Fire on deck!" )
Leave him to me. ( This man, this ox, this complication. She will fulfill their unspoken agreement, no blood shed tonight. )
no subject
To withhold mercy he would no doubt withhold from them if roles were reversed. A growing frustration with flickering beacons and postponed ambitions facilitates this temptation: not her world. Not her fight. Not her enemy. What could they really do to her, if she willed otherwise?
In a heartbeat she could bend this world's magic to her own and learn all its truths, the price her soul and the free will of mortals she was taught to respect. She would not have to compromise, would not have to swallow the bile, or spin any tales. Tolerate anything. She could simply make them.
She could raze it all down, and show them why she was once the most feared.
And she would be no better than the monster that came for her twin and fellow witches, gorging on their stars. Lan Wangji is tired of the kill. Emilia could dirty her hands in his stead. It would be far from the first time, now. Yet.
Yet she keeps that darkness away once more, keeps it from her expression entirely, Lan Wangji's request fulfilled. The evidence comes in the shouting that follows not soon after:
"Fire on deck. Fire on deck!" )
Leave him to me. ( This man, this ox, this complication. She will fulfill their unspoken agreement, no blood shed tonight. )