( A test, from his mouth, lashing Wrathion's patience — a question, when his gaze lifts up, lashes long and heavy in a manner nearly demure. He lacks, in all things, the finish of Zewu-Jun's political etiquette, the natural inclination to weaponise concessions and pretty words and thaw an interlocutor's defences.
Wrathion is a dragon, besides. The common subterfuges of brother's manners or Wei Ying's flirtation are lost on him. Stranded on a well-trafficked deck, Lan Wangji feels more equipped than his betters to handle Wrathion in honest exchange. )
The week's end. ( A pause, then, because he owes an artist an explanation for choking him with the insult of a tight requirement: ) I have purchased a service. It wants repaid.
( But then, carefully curious: ) How will you prevail, absent a forge? Your... own flame?
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( A test, from his mouth, lashing Wrathion's patience — a question, when his gaze lifts up, lashes long and heavy in a manner nearly demure. He lacks, in all things, the finish of Zewu-Jun's political etiquette, the natural inclination to weaponise concessions and pretty words and thaw an interlocutor's defences.
Wrathion is a dragon, besides. The common subterfuges of brother's manners or Wei Ying's flirtation are lost on him. Stranded on a well-trafficked deck, Lan Wangji feels more equipped than his betters to handle Wrathion in honest exchange. )
The week's end. ( A pause, then, because he owes an artist an explanation for choking him with the insult of a tight requirement: ) I have purchased a service. It wants repaid.
( But then, carefully curious: ) How will you prevail, absent a forge? Your... own flame?