( He will walk this earth a man like a lair of worms.
He will carry ever sickness, old and new.
He will never cleanse through righteous rites of healers or priestly ablutions.
This is his body, and Magnus' touch has utterly defiled it.
Forgive him, ancestors, for lo, Lan Wangji's earthly donation of slivers and flows of qi has utterly ruined him. He will not show his face with pride before the heavens. In truth, he should bar himself from entry and promptly combust ablaze before setting step.
But the deed is done, virtue upended, Magnus restored to questionable but reliable and prolific glory. Blink, but do not miss it: magic is like spun thread between his fingertips, the hull woven back to a semblance of function. Then, within heartbeats, wholly renewed. )
Your skill is beautiful.
( A simple admission, wrenched from him like teeth. Bloodied, to leave his mouth. )
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He will carry ever sickness, old and new.
He will never cleanse through righteous rites of healers or priestly ablutions.
This is his body, and Magnus' touch has utterly defiled it.
Forgive him, ancestors, for lo, Lan Wangji's earthly donation of slivers and flows of qi has utterly ruined him. He will not show his face with pride before the heavens. In truth, he should bar himself from entry and promptly combust ablaze before setting step.
But the deed is done, virtue upended, Magnus restored to questionable but reliable and prolific glory. Blink, but do not miss it: magic is like spun thread between his fingertips, the hull woven back to a semblance of function. Then, within heartbeats, wholly renewed. )
Your skill is beautiful.
( A simple admission, wrenched from him like teeth. Bloodied, to leave his mouth. )