( This, Lan Wangji has learned: there is no end to Xie Lian's misfortunes, only bitter, steadfast beginning. And Lan Wangji is impossibly, interminably drawn into the horror of his gently questionable life choices.
Now, sweat beads his back, the press of Bichen's hilt bites his palm to welting. He has crossed the path of countless Motherless already, at each turn haunting, gliding, listlessly approaching. Always disconnecting at the last moment, to chase less quarrelsome prey.
...and now, Xie Lian thinks to marry them spiritually. )
Do not attempt it. ( Hissed, no, snarled. White of his teeth glistened and cruel, vulgar. A dog would think him subtle. ) You would yet bind them to you.
( ...and invite their consumption. Lan Wangji, who cannot say with utmost certainty that conjugal ties are bliss, supposes there are better unions even Xie Lian could hope to aspire to. )
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( This, Lan Wangji has learned: there is no end to Xie Lian's misfortunes, only bitter, steadfast beginning. And Lan Wangji is impossibly, interminably drawn into the horror of his gently questionable life choices.
Now, sweat beads his back, the press of Bichen's hilt bites his palm to welting. He has crossed the path of countless Motherless already, at each turn haunting, gliding, listlessly approaching. Always disconnecting at the last moment, to chase less quarrelsome prey.
...and now, Xie Lian thinks to marry them spiritually. )
Do not attempt it. ( Hissed, no, snarled. White of his teeth glistened and cruel, vulgar. A dog would think him subtle. ) You would yet bind them to you.
( ...and invite their consumption. Lan Wangji, who cannot say with utmost certainty that conjugal ties are bliss, supposes there are better unions even Xie Lian could hope to aspire to. )