( He is... a sack of rice. A stone. Dead and juvenile weight, no better than the timid child his son once was, when Lan Wangji yet ferried him on his shoulders down each path of Cloud Recesses.
But he rests awake and commanding enough of his senses that his cheek bruises to a feverish flush, gaze first unsharpened, then regaining focus. Mild, his hand clutches Damon's arm again, spasmodic — a shoulder. Very well. If he is to be... salvaged from the dregs of his indignity, he will at least make use of the human crutch provided to slip himself back to his feet.
Next Wrath suggests he should retreat from long the long dive before pressure and breathlessness decay him, he might, perhaps, consider obedience.
...before declining once more. )
You will set me down. ( A pleasant start, perfectly civil. Like Lan Wangji's teeth, all vicious, canine fang. Grit and grin and show the bite of them. He does kick, though his leg twitches. )
Apo — ( No. Denied once, before. And the repetition of misdeed rejects the root of gratitude. If Lan Wangji cared to be excused, he would perhaps not have persisted in making a nuisance of himself. ) You gave no name.
( As if, between bouts of swooning, Lan Wangji completed his end of the greeting formalities. )
no subject
But he rests awake and commanding enough of his senses that his cheek bruises to a feverish flush, gaze first unsharpened, then regaining focus. Mild, his hand clutches Damon's arm again, spasmodic — a shoulder. Very well. If he is to be... salvaged from the dregs of his indignity, he will at least make use of the human crutch provided to slip himself back to his feet.
Next Wrath suggests he should retreat from long the long dive before pressure and breathlessness decay him, he might, perhaps, consider obedience.
...before declining once more. )
You will set me down. ( A pleasant start, perfectly civil. Like Lan Wangji's teeth, all vicious, canine fang. Grit and grin and show the bite of them. He does kick, though his leg twitches. )
Apo — ( No. Denied once, before. And the repetition of misdeed rejects the root of gratitude. If Lan Wangji cared to be excused, he would perhaps not have persisted in making a nuisance of himself. ) You gave no name.
( As if, between bouts of swooning, Lan Wangji completed his end of the greeting formalities. )