( Merrin of Dathomir and her peace of trembled waters.
He watches her spare them the mercy of a few gasped swallows, bone jaws reaching to snap as the dead attempt to swallow in jugulars that will not hold liquid, with absent tongues that cannot lick. It is a waste of fluids, droplets spilling on the glistened white of their carcasses —
Yet it satisfies them, the purring groan of one such creature all but sparking its brothers to echo, to a choir, to hold the magnetic song. Lan Wangji drifts from awareness of his surroundings to animal hyperfixation on the skeletal figure that accepts Merrin's gift, on its fleeting, now lost humanity.
He stays the exchange, after two heartbeats, now more than a few drips of water shed. It cannot go wasted. To the bound dead, half of a bow, perfunctory. To Merrin, waving her to follow — )
There will be more. You have feasted one. The brothers will remember.
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( Merrin of Dathomir and her peace of trembled waters.
He watches her spare them the mercy of a few gasped swallows, bone jaws reaching to snap as the dead attempt to swallow in jugulars that will not hold liquid, with absent tongues that cannot lick. It is a waste of fluids, droplets spilling on the glistened white of their carcasses —
Yet it satisfies them, the purring groan of one such creature all but sparking its brothers to echo, to a choir, to hold the magnetic song. Lan Wangji drifts from awareness of his surroundings to animal hyperfixation on the skeletal figure that accepts Merrin's gift, on its fleeting, now lost humanity.
He stays the exchange, after two heartbeats, now more than a few drips of water shed. It cannot go wasted. To the bound dead, half of a bow, perfunctory. To Merrin, waving her to follow — )
There will be more. You have feasted one. The brothers will remember.
( And beg her, in passing, also. )