His shield falters. To their great fortune, Lan Wangji slow to flinch for all his cheek blanches, Wrathion's serpentine tongue does not. Poison, thick and slow-killing, accruing. Poison, gracelessly applied.
He had anticipated —
...no matter. Ingratitude suits the dark of Wrathion's scales, the dull and witless artistry of the escape he has led. Who is Lan Wangji to complain? Watch only the curled, coiling bow of his back, how his arms join, slithering and perfunctory once he has suitably descended. Courtesy can be learned. Take example.
"We withdraw." For his part, Lan Wangji shall be rinsed of the corruption of the region, the dark and stale spatters of decay that spread in him, from skin to core. They have finished here, their energies planted to exorcise the native misery of the land.
Anything more would be a boon they have not earned.
no subject
His shield falters. To their great fortune, Lan Wangji slow to flinch for all his cheek blanches, Wrathion's serpentine tongue does not. Poison, thick and slow-killing, accruing. Poison, gracelessly applied.
He had anticipated —
...no matter. Ingratitude suits the dark of Wrathion's scales, the dull and witless artistry of the escape he has led. Who is Lan Wangji to complain? Watch only the curled, coiling bow of his back, how his arms join, slithering and perfunctory once he has suitably descended. Courtesy can be learned. Take example.
"We withdraw." For his part, Lan Wangji shall be rinsed of the corruption of the region, the dark and stale spatters of decay that spread in him, from skin to core. They have finished here, their energies planted to exorcise the native misery of the land.
Anything more would be a boon they have not earned.