( A man, his wandered eyes and Lan Wangji's sword. A strained triarchy. It summons his bile, sours it down his throat. It trickles in slow, steadied beads, then, carefully: )
Some better suit song. ( ...and distance. From dead, roused and necromanced husbands, who skillfully dance steps around their allegiance. ) Others, silence.
( Cue, the inevitable, the explicable: a lowered gaze, his hand travelling the swollen span of a cat's arched back, knotting and binding in all the ways that earn her purrs. He is not for the easy expression of affections. Joanna, twelve and grown. Growing still. )
My son remains beside me. ( A blessing. A curse. He cannot say. But he thinks, to lose the company of a child — is enough hardship that his own hand seeks touch, hovered, then tickling down over the mountain chain of Bones' knuckles, before urging him to stroke the cat Wangji had suffocated with attention. ) Strength. I do not envy you the loss of your daughter.
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( A man, his wandered eyes and Lan Wangji's sword. A strained triarchy. It summons his bile, sours it down his throat. It trickles in slow, steadied beads, then, carefully: )
Some better suit song. ( ...and distance. From dead, roused and necromanced husbands, who skillfully dance steps around their allegiance. ) Others, silence.
( Cue, the inevitable, the explicable: a lowered gaze, his hand travelling the swollen span of a cat's arched back, knotting and binding in all the ways that earn her purrs. He is not for the easy expression of affections. Joanna, twelve and grown. Growing still. )
My son remains beside me. ( A blessing. A curse. He cannot say. But he thinks, to lose the company of a child — is enough hardship that his own hand seeks touch, hovered, then tickling down over the mountain chain of Bones' knuckles, before urging him to stroke the cat Wangji had suffocated with attention. ) Strength. I do not envy you the loss of your daughter.