( And what is that? But he knows, his spleen knows, his bone marrow, the gritty and grime of him. There is a look and a scent that men bear when they intend, worse than to kill — war's practicality — to put the hurt in those around them.
To torture, to slaughter, to make sport of bloodshed. An empty, flayed quality to their engagement. And Lan Wangji, who has never been accused of an excess of conversation, must wonder, now, when and where he learned his words.
( his jaw tightens almost to a painful extreme and his hand twitches withe want of wrapping his hand around the man's neck. he could do it, squeeze and choke the life out of the other man.
the fact that the man continues to talk and talk and talk is distracting but he's not going to answer.
he shakes his head. )
Leave me alone.
( and then he let's the man go and starts walking away again. )
no subject
( And what is that? But he knows, his spleen knows, his bone marrow, the gritty and grime of him. There is a look and a scent that men bear when they intend, worse than to kill — war's practicality — to put the hurt in those around them.
To torture, to slaughter, to make sport of bloodshed. An empty, flayed quality to their engagement. And Lan Wangji, who has never been accused of an excess of conversation, must wonder, now, when and where he learned his words.
How he can use them to stall. To glean. )
Namely?
no subject
the fact that the man continues to talk and talk and talk is distracting but he's not going to answer.
he shakes his head. )
Leave me alone.
( and then he let's the man go and starts walking away again. )