( A man flinching, reduced to the tarnished shine of his manners, the faint disdain of an upbringing of more, of better. He does not wish to give her answer — on principle, out of habit, teeth gritting. Gums baring.
Above all, he feels... slighted. Scratched open, like a wound. As if she has only learned her coarseness within the past few heartbeats, to wound him, when it has clearly been a lifetime of petty unkindnesses.
He can tell, by the glint in her eyes, half silvered mirror, half steel. All grey. )
Wangji, clan Lan, has the honour. ( Choke them with courtesy. )
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( A man flinching, reduced to the tarnished shine of his manners, the faint disdain of an upbringing of more, of better. He does not wish to give her answer — on principle, out of habit, teeth gritting. Gums baring.
Above all, he feels... slighted. Scratched open, like a wound. As if she has only learned her coarseness within the past few heartbeats, to wound him, when it has clearly been a lifetime of petty unkindnesses.
He can tell, by the glint in her eyes, half silvered mirror, half steel. All grey. )
Wangji, clan Lan, has the honour. ( Choke them with courtesy. )