( He recognises the feverish itch of her riposte, the easy, carefree, futile impudence. The impulse to snag and snare and punish that which is within reach and that hands may grab and shape, that a sharp will may contort and tangle.
They are strangers in a claustrophobic world, a rabbits' lair, a cocoon of festering sickness and murder. They only have each other to bleed. He finds the same patience he once directed towards children, finds his mouth slack, the well of his indefatigable strength still brimming with water.
And he exhales. ) No man dissuades you.
( Not Lan Wangji, only resolute in delivering them up and onwards, higher and safe. Past the Keep, the supposes. )
You have sleeping qua — ( Of course not. Privilege. They have not earned or paid. ) You are a woman. Your bed wants watched?
( From petty cruelties or greedy hands or all the typical, monstrous acts of violence that lesser men rain down on girls. )
no subject
( He recognises the feverish itch of her riposte, the easy, carefree, futile impudence. The impulse to snag and snare and punish that which is within reach and that hands may grab and shape, that a sharp will may contort and tangle.
They are strangers in a claustrophobic world, a rabbits' lair, a cocoon of festering sickness and murder. They only have each other to bleed. He finds the same patience he once directed towards children, finds his mouth slack, the well of his indefatigable strength still brimming with water.
And he exhales. ) No man dissuades you.
( Not Lan Wangji, only resolute in delivering them up and onwards, higher and safe. Past the Keep, the supposes. )
You have sleeping qua — ( Of course not. Privilege. They have not earned or paid. ) You are a woman. Your bed wants watched?
( From petty cruelties or greedy hands or all the typical, monstrous acts of violence that lesser men rain down on girls. )