( And he flushes, first, then wretches dry, as if ginseng has made bitter burial ground in the back of his parched mouth, as if he has consumed poison and must now relinquish it. Beside him, the undead man seems compelled to habits of concern mimicked and old, orbiting him to offer first the blanched rag of his sleeve to wipe Wangji's mouth, then the flat of his palm to tender Lan Wangji's back.
Between them, they negotiate thin strips of borrowed composure, they dress Lan Wangji back in the sour-mouthed, glaring regalia of his stature, they recreate the dignity of Hanguang-Jun.
He would sooner gouge Magnus' eyes now than meet them. Clasps his sword, hilt like an unbeating heart he means to crush, and thinks to see that deed swiftly done. So simply, it would only ask a slash, a downswing, a stab. He abstains himself. )
You are shameless. ( The undead creature beside him howls out, canine. Lan Wangji acquiesces. ) Obscene. Wretched and wrong.
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Between them, they negotiate thin strips of borrowed composure, they dress Lan Wangji back in the sour-mouthed, glaring regalia of his stature, they recreate the dignity of Hanguang-Jun.
He would sooner gouge Magnus' eyes now than meet them. Clasps his sword, hilt like an unbeating heart he means to crush, and thinks to see that deed swiftly done. So simply, it would only ask a slash, a downswing, a stab. He abstains himself. )
You are shameless. ( The undead creature beside him howls out, canine. Lan Wangji acquiesces. ) Obscene. Wretched and wrong.