( No sign of necromancy. No spirit violated, brutally injected back in bodily confines that are no longer equipped to sustain it. His touch lingers, snags on the head of a dragon babe, while the second hisses, growls and curls in — not so much endangered as its curiosity piqued, riled by Lan Wangji's daring to shift.
Beyond them, Aiva settles, whatever incipient waves of exasperation rode her back dissolving when Lan Wangji demonstrates himself a calm constant, unwavering. The quarters feel hot in ways that verge on unpleasantness, the nest claustrophobic. Soured sweat drips and rounds on his nap, crawling down. )
Death cannot sustain itself. ( Spoken once, said again. It aches him. ) What they live now is borrowed time.
( Unless, and his gaze sharpens, landing on the mother-dragon, as if she might give him answer — )
no subject
( No sign of necromancy. No spirit violated, brutally injected back in bodily confines that are no longer equipped to sustain it. His touch lingers, snags on the head of a dragon babe, while the second hisses, growls and curls in — not so much endangered as its curiosity piqued, riled by Lan Wangji's daring to shift.
Beyond them, Aiva settles, whatever incipient waves of exasperation rode her back dissolving when Lan Wangji demonstrates himself a calm constant, unwavering. The quarters feel hot in ways that verge on unpleasantness, the nest claustrophobic. Soured sweat drips and rounds on his nap, crawling down. )
Death cannot sustain itself. ( Spoken once, said again. It aches him. ) What they live now is borrowed time.
( Unless, and his gaze sharpens, landing on the mother-dragon, as if she might give him answer — )
Unless this state is transient.