( The heart from the ship. Excuse the sharp-slanted perk of his brows as he pierces Wrathion with a gaze that might remind any young man of a particularly fangless but perpetually dissatisfied tutor.
Do they all remember, perhaps, who asked to study the tongue, but was denied the opportunity? Ah, how that point of comparison might have served them all. )
Perhaps.
( Salt, dripping into the still water of his words. His mouth is a cleaved line, short of grimace. A fine time for the youngest creature at his knee to dig its teeth into him again. This time, flinching, he allows it suckle, until the babe coos, confused when Wangji's qi already heals the blossomed nip, declining it feed. )
Stasis denies growth. These children have... flourished.
( He suspects, at a glance, that they were not born and preserved to this proportion and so cleanly formed. They appear to have progressed since hatching. )
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( The heart from the ship. Excuse the sharp-slanted perk of his brows as he pierces Wrathion with a gaze that might remind any young man of a particularly fangless but perpetually dissatisfied tutor.
Do they all remember, perhaps, who asked to study the tongue, but was denied the opportunity? Ah, how that point of comparison might have served them all. )
Perhaps.
( Salt, dripping into the still water of his words. His mouth is a cleaved line, short of grimace. A fine time for the youngest creature at his knee to dig its teeth into him again. This time, flinching, he allows it suckle, until the babe coos, confused when Wangji's qi already heals the blossomed nip, declining it feed. )
Stasis denies growth. These children have... flourished.
( He suspects, at a glance, that they were not born and preserved to this proportion and so cleanly formed. They appear to have progressed since hatching. )