So many shades of confused ambiguity seem to cross Lan Wangji's face for a heartbeat that one might be rightfully startled into the belief that he is almost, heavens help him, learning emotion.
But there is a natural limitation to silent consternation, and he reaches it, hand soft over his pearls and choosing his playthings between them in a sundering of the masses: this to have, this to give, that to work, this to keep.
Rolling, they knock and circle each other, threatening distantly to hazard the way of Wrathion's knee, before Lan Wangji sets down his hand a firm barrier and, frown deepening like a thin ravine, all but glaring the spheres into avoiding their natural gravitational temptations. No. Be good. )
Four items. Allison Hargreeves, Emilia, Beitang Moran, my son. Three gifts of service, one of kinship.
( And a careful admission: ) Your skill may compensate my faults in diplomacy.
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So many shades of confused ambiguity seem to cross Lan Wangji's face for a heartbeat that one might be rightfully startled into the belief that he is almost, heavens help him, learning emotion.
But there is a natural limitation to silent consternation, and he reaches it, hand soft over his pearls and choosing his playthings between them in a sundering of the masses: this to have, this to give, that to work, this to keep.
Rolling, they knock and circle each other, threatening distantly to hazard the way of Wrathion's knee, before Lan Wangji sets down his hand a firm barrier and, frown deepening like a thin ravine, all but glaring the spheres into avoiding their natural gravitational temptations. No. Be good. )
Four items. Allison Hargreeves, Emilia, Beitang Moran, my son. Three gifts of service, one of kinship.
( And a careful admission: ) Your skill may compensate my faults in diplomacy.