A man made monster. A monster, wearing the flesh of man. What difference make chronology, causality, consequence? Emilia would marry him.
He thinks, foolishly, there are worse grooms to lift a bride's sheer red veil. He thinks she will smile, hyena-like, and tear out Wrath's jugular, if he without care.
"You decide your nature. I do not envy you that choice," he offers by way of simply concession, tongue slack and the bite of his words drained of venom. Lethargy reduces him to something not unlike palatable peacemaking. A statesman is born every time a man slips in an abyss.
On his temples, great giants drum their fingers and push in and in and in, the pulse of their large thumbs all but stabbing in holes of migraine. Physical frailty. That Wrath is so careful to recall Wangji's limitations does not mean Lan Wangji wishes to recall them.
Until, finally, "I shall wait a few steps on high." Enough so that the pull of the depth lessens. "Take half the hour. No more, before the others are called."
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He thinks, foolishly, there are worse grooms to lift a bride's sheer red veil. He thinks she will smile, hyena-like, and tear out Wrath's jugular, if he without care.
"You decide your nature. I do not envy you that choice," he offers by way of simply concession, tongue slack and the bite of his words drained of venom. Lethargy reduces him to something not unlike palatable peacemaking. A statesman is born every time a man slips in an abyss.
On his temples, great giants drum their fingers and push in and in and in, the pulse of their large thumbs all but stabbing in holes of migraine. Physical frailty. That Wrath is so careful to recall Wangji's limitations does not mean Lan Wangji wishes to recall them.
Until, finally, "I shall wait a few steps on high." Enough so that the pull of the depth lessens. "Take half the hour. No more, before the others are called."
By him, with haste.