( There is a blandness of voice, a dullness of disposition, a blank-eyed, soul-staggering absence of purpose that only Lan Wangji may embody, and he tries, now.
He does try, chills wrecking their bones, rising bumps on their flesh, tormenting them with a constancy of shivers. We can prevent it finding anyone to enact that upon.
Only, there is a distinct lack of cohesion and commonality in what the jatharin chases, beyond: men. All men. Young. Past this, no true points of similarity. Then, offers Lan Wangji: )
...can you fly off with all men of Alem?
( This, after all, is no hour to pretend Wrathion is not possessed of a certain ease of transport. )
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( There is a blandness of voice, a dullness of disposition, a blank-eyed, soul-staggering absence of purpose that only Lan Wangji may embody, and he tries, now.
He does try, chills wrecking their bones, rising bumps on their flesh, tormenting them with a constancy of shivers. We can prevent it finding anyone to enact that upon.
Only, there is a distinct lack of cohesion and commonality in what the jatharin chases, beyond: men. All men. Young. Past this, no true points of similarity. Then, offers Lan Wangji: )
...can you fly off with all men of Alem?
( This, after all, is no hour to pretend Wrathion is not possessed of a certain ease of transport. )