( The silent anticipation of the moment crests a low-simmered humming in Lan Wangji's blood. He does not pull back, but finds the careful pace of resonance where the sudden fluidity of his movements matches the shrill sounds of tearing, of shrieks at distance.
Let them hunt, for all Lan Wangji does not know the path, only cuts it fast-stepped as instinct drives him — waving the boy after with one slow-waved hand. He is pale, ghostly, sword grasped viciously tight. Underfoot, branches crack, the thick of the lake-side greens spreading.
The metallic reek of the dead reaches him, before the creatures surface. Their filth, their folly. Not so long, then. )
You have claimed life before?
( A moment's hesitation, simple: earlier, blood dark between them, proof of the boy's deed done. But dead things are easily ruinous, dissolved by time and wind and their private, natural decay. Blood is as nothing, after such an encounter. )
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( The silent anticipation of the moment crests a low-simmered humming in Lan Wangji's blood. He does not pull back, but finds the careful pace of resonance where the sudden fluidity of his movements matches the shrill sounds of tearing, of shrieks at distance.
Let them hunt, for all Lan Wangji does not know the path, only cuts it fast-stepped as instinct drives him — waving the boy after with one slow-waved hand. He is pale, ghostly, sword grasped viciously tight. Underfoot, branches crack, the thick of the lake-side greens spreading.
The metallic reek of the dead reaches him, before the creatures surface. Their filth, their folly. Not so long, then. )
You have claimed life before?
( A moment's hesitation, simple: earlier, blood dark between them, proof of the boy's deed done. But dead things are easily ruinous, dissolved by time and wind and their private, natural decay. Blood is as nothing, after such an encounter. )