( ropes continue to swing, cut free or snapped and lashing. it's timing and the unfortunate fortune of a man dancing the edges of death that leads to wei wuxian's timing, where he pushes from the deck with one foot in time to leap the dead man dying twice at his feet, courtesy of his husband, and flails out an arm to catch the whipping line that comes by.
unceremonious yank that follows, wei wuxian doesn't so much speak as yelp when he's flying overhead of the breaking decks, tucking his legs up to catch the timing of their lowered fall, heel driving into the face of a dead man climbing onboard. the dead man goes flying back and away to the greedy turmoil of the churning seas, wei wuxian continuing to swing himself around through force of his push off the not so dearly departed. )
He means he's Lan Wangji to you! Lan Zhan, incoming!
( wei wuxian releases his hold on the rope, momentum carrying him forward, throwing him out across the decks opposite of where he'd swung the first time, but to his husbands arms he does not go falling. no, incoming is the heft and dark of a tentacle curled and unfurling, the inevitable descent of a lashing arm with little awareness or care for their particular plights.
incoming, and for jim and lan wangji and wei wuxian, it's one more obstacle that aims to slam down into the decks, snapping a board or three where they've been too ill used to survive the weight bearing down. a careless thrash and the tentacle avails itself of an exit, slithering off the ship's side, as wei wuxian comes to a perched landing near jim, and smiles. )
He's marrying into the Wei Clan, apparently.
( with a gesture to Lan Zhan, degenerate multi-marriage monger that he is, and delightfully ill at timing as wei wuxian himself is too. )
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unceremonious yank that follows, wei wuxian doesn't so much speak as yelp when he's flying overhead of the breaking decks, tucking his legs up to catch the timing of their lowered fall, heel driving into the face of a dead man climbing onboard. the dead man goes flying back and away to the greedy turmoil of the churning seas, wei wuxian continuing to swing himself around through force of his push off the not so dearly departed. )
He means he's Lan Wangji to you! Lan Zhan, incoming!
( wei wuxian releases his hold on the rope, momentum carrying him forward, throwing him out across the decks opposite of where he'd swung the first time, but to his husbands arms he does not go falling. no, incoming is the heft and dark of a tentacle curled and unfurling, the inevitable descent of a lashing arm with little awareness or care for their particular plights.
incoming, and for jim and lan wangji and wei wuxian, it's one more obstacle that aims to slam down into the decks, snapping a board or three where they've been too ill used to survive the weight bearing down. a careless thrash and the tentacle avails itself of an exit, slithering off the ship's side, as wei wuxian comes to a perched landing near jim, and smiles. )
He's marrying into the Wei Clan, apparently.
( with a gesture to Lan Zhan, degenerate multi-marriage monger that he is, and delightfully ill at timing as wei wuxian himself is too. )