( Baby birds might encounter lesser resistance, learning their waddling way to flight. Lan Wangji navigates defects of gravity with the stern sobriety of children who experience their first cold season's sickness and count themselves for the grave. He does not land on his feet, exactly, as much as he braces down, back a long line of curdling tension, eyes narrowed and alert and beady, focused on the slick, oiled deck floor.
The man — belatedly, Damon — is an accessory in this journey, a crutch made tender when Lan Wangji seeks to shrug off the hand that presumes on his shoulder, only to catch Damon's upper arm instead. More of his weight can redistribute at each step, if he has the affixed point of certainty.
A slow, trembled walk. An octogenarian would greet him proudly. Might even ask of him why he races on his path. )
Wangji, clan Lan. ( Absent-minded, tongue slack. Habit, more than the manicured forms of introduction. ) At ease. My health will remember itself.
( No need for the fussing of a healer, for Wen Qing glowering down like a winter storm. ) Below water, a... plant leeches strength.
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The man — belatedly, Damon — is an accessory in this journey, a crutch made tender when Lan Wangji seeks to shrug off the hand that presumes on his shoulder, only to catch Damon's upper arm instead. More of his weight can redistribute at each step, if he has the affixed point of certainty.
A slow, trembled walk. An octogenarian would greet him proudly. Might even ask of him why he races on his path. )
Wangji, clan Lan. ( Absent-minded, tongue slack. Habit, more than the manicured forms of introduction. ) At ease. My health will remember itself.
( No need for the fussing of a healer, for Wen Qing glowering down like a winter storm. ) Below water, a... plant leeches strength.