( He finishes carefully, like beads trickling off a cut string. It is a cruelty to wrench a man free from his home and deliver him here, unhoused and unpurposed, adrift, the dead wandered long and aimless beside. Worse still, and Lan Wangji's tongue feels thickened and slack, lead-weighted — )
The dead hound and persecute him. ( Relentlessly, without cause or reason past the one thing he cannot freely remove: his nature, his learned ability, the touch of death that crawled upon his skin, with resurrection.
Wei Ying is as much the captive of this world, as he is its summoned. )
no subject
...unkind towards him.
( He finishes carefully, like beads trickling off a cut string. It is a cruelty to wrench a man free from his home and deliver him here, unhoused and unpurposed, adrift, the dead wandered long and aimless beside. Worse still, and Lan Wangji's tongue feels thickened and slack, lead-weighted — )
The dead hound and persecute him. ( Relentlessly, without cause or reason past the one thing he cannot freely remove: his nature, his learned ability, the touch of death that crawled upon his skin, with resurrection.
Wei Ying is as much the captive of this world, as he is its summoned. )