( he asks, sounding perfectly normal, because he is Perfectly Normal.
for a man transformed into a toad against his will, who has tucked himself into a proper corner after escaping his own robes, and managed to drag the immensity of his pendant along with him. pray no one goes looking in this section of holy cave. )
Sizhui, Sizhui, ask away! This old man is practically expiring waiting to know what wisdom you seek! Or what silliness, you can afford to be silly still, ah? You should be, before everyone remembers you're two and twenty and tries putting you through Lan Finishing School under your father's watchful eye.
( he mostly teases, though it is indeed approaching about that time. polishing, where no Lan disciple truly needs it, but the tradition could be here and now, too, in a renewed and revisited world. lan zhan might like it. maybe. wei wuxian was apathetic, given the debates that mattered to him had been part of his knelt reflections and joy of ants, so endlessly industrious. oh, and that cold pool, and the cave that'd swallowed him and lan zhan whole, and — ah, but he took all the lessons he did from gusu lan and none of them were in the precocious preciousness of their precepts.
because each one that mattered was already indelibly inscribed into his bones. )
network during among us part ii
( he asks, sounding perfectly normal, because he is Perfectly Normal.
for a man transformed into a toad against his will, who has tucked himself into a proper corner after escaping his own robes, and managed to drag the immensity of his pendant along with him. pray no one goes looking in this section of holy cave. )
Sizhui, Sizhui, ask away! This old man is practically expiring waiting to know what wisdom you seek! Or what silliness, you can afford to be silly still, ah? You should be, before everyone remembers you're two and twenty and tries putting you through Lan Finishing School under your father's watchful eye.
( he mostly teases, though it is indeed approaching about that time. polishing, where no Lan disciple truly needs it, but the tradition could be here and now, too, in a renewed and revisited world. lan zhan might like it. maybe. wei wuxian was apathetic, given the debates that mattered to him had been part of his knelt reflections and joy of ants, so endlessly industrious. oh, and that cold pool, and the cave that'd swallowed him and lan zhan whole, and — ah, but he took all the lessons he did from gusu lan and none of them were in the precocious preciousness of their precepts.
because each one that mattered was already indelibly inscribed into his bones. )