First, the shivers and chills and bites of cold, flaying him. Then, the violence of his descent, captured by assailing hands that seek out his bones, his limbs, to grab and detain them —
And his sword, blistering, blinding, cutting through decayed flesh and bone when he swings once, then again, the friction of dull waters slowing his hand. He cannot see, dark of a long night blinding — and ruptures, finally, the long glacial sheets of water with Bichen's cut, preparing to half-swim, half-sink -
...until Wrathion erupts from the waters, and Lan Wangji is only a pale and gaunt thing, staring. He cuts a pretty sight, this wretched wraith of a bird-like snake, this masterpiece of myth and chaos.
Lan Wangji barely remembers himself, when a hand climbs up his ankle to nearly claw it off, until he kicks once to dislodge it, again to discourage the next assault — and falls prey to the wicked temptation of plunging to latch onto Wrathion's leg, as the dragon flies up and on.
Some might call this a rescue.
Others, an unilateral decision to abuse Wrathion's presence. All the same, between Lan Wangji's gritted teeth, "Apologies."
...one really should ask before trying to catch a ride on a fierce dragon monster.
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First, the shivers and chills and bites of cold, flaying him. Then, the violence of his descent, captured by assailing hands that seek out his bones, his limbs, to grab and detain them —
And his sword, blistering, blinding, cutting through decayed flesh and bone when he swings once, then again, the friction of dull waters slowing his hand. He cannot see, dark of a long night blinding — and ruptures, finally, the long glacial sheets of water with Bichen's cut, preparing to half-swim, half-sink -
...until Wrathion erupts from the waters, and Lan Wangji is only a pale and gaunt thing, staring. He cuts a pretty sight, this wretched wraith of a bird-like snake, this masterpiece of myth and chaos.
Lan Wangji barely remembers himself, when a hand climbs up his ankle to nearly claw it off, until he kicks once to dislodge it, again to discourage the next assault — and falls prey to the wicked temptation of plunging to latch onto Wrathion's leg, as the dragon flies up and on.
Some might call this a rescue.
Others, an unilateral decision to abuse Wrathion's presence. All the same, between Lan Wangji's gritted teeth, "Apologies."
...one really should ask before trying to catch a ride on a fierce dragon monster.