( The deck is uneven. No, the ship's currents drag the great, wailing beast and angle her, trembling. Thoughts scattered, he watches the great, laughing tumble of the beads at leathered feet, sees the round, greedy swell of one tickle the underside of Wrathion's heel.
At the last moment, he steals his hand away before a pirate's broad step can crush it. And beside him, Cleanse the decks, strip'em sails, come, lads, come from a coarse mouth, then pirates setting to the first mate's task. The heartbeat of a ship doesn't still for Lan Wangji's graceless inability to secure his treasures.
He strains himself to catch the lion's share of his beads, sinking them in the pooled nest of silks that straddle his lap, as if he were a laundry woman recouping drenched sheets before giving them their second rinse. Light assists him, still enough of the moody, hungry midday pallor left to wash the deck seen.
Sell these, Wrathion speaks, and Lan Wangji at last raises his gaze limpid, glacial, slow. )
They will make unworthy gifts. ( And the reprimand, light, invisible: Not all that glistens is gold to gain. Not all bears a sale price. ) You are learned in their cleansing?
( Guts of seaweeds in thick rivulets still bathe some of these pearls, and Lan Wangji fears, as all men should, to scratch their veneer, if he works coarsely.)
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At the last moment, he steals his hand away before a pirate's broad step can crush it. And beside him, Cleanse the decks, strip'em sails, come, lads, come from a coarse mouth, then pirates setting to the first mate's task. The heartbeat of a ship doesn't still for Lan Wangji's graceless inability to secure his treasures.
He strains himself to catch the lion's share of his beads, sinking them in the pooled nest of silks that straddle his lap, as if he were a laundry woman recouping drenched sheets before giving them their second rinse. Light assists him, still enough of the moody, hungry midday pallor left to wash the deck seen.
Sell these, Wrathion speaks, and Lan Wangji at last raises his gaze limpid, glacial, slow. )
They will make unworthy gifts. ( And the reprimand, light, invisible: Not all that glistens is gold to gain. Not all bears a sale price. ) You are learned in their cleansing?
( Guts of seaweeds in thick rivulets still bathe some of these pearls, and Lan Wangji fears, as all men should, to scratch their veneer, if he works coarsely.)