And then his soulmate, his husband, the most startlingly ingenious, beautiful, just, adept and strong man of the cultivation lands scuttles up, nestles close, drags his clammy, graceless, slimy legs and, in a spectacle of geometry and joy, leaps towards the Heavens —
...only to land, audibly, in the lake waters with a shallow splash, Lan Wangji passingly waving a hand to interrupt the summon of his guqin and stirring after him. He runs, only to find six toads rising with him, seemingly curious or bellicose, to investigate the intruder.
Wangji, being a man, possessed of wit and opposable thumbs, does the expected and picks up waxy, long, mellow lotus leaves, throwing them absently at the frogs who follow. They croak impatiently, swearing either a pox upon Cloud Recesses' long-absent cows or an end to Lan Wangji's already unfulfilled bloodline. Either way, he lands first, knees absorbing the shock and scratches of water pebble hitting his skin, as he drags his hands through water to find and net his wayward soulmate —
"Wei Ying —"
...only to discover he's collected the wrong toad — a fatter, brighter, emerald specimen, lips ready for a smooch. He blinks. The toad blinks. A long tongue slithers out.
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And then his soulmate, his husband, the most startlingly ingenious, beautiful, just, adept and strong man of the cultivation lands scuttles up, nestles close, drags his clammy, graceless, slimy legs and, in a spectacle of geometry and joy, leaps towards the Heavens —
...only to land, audibly, in the lake waters with a shallow splash, Lan Wangji passingly waving a hand to interrupt the summon of his guqin and stirring after him. He runs, only to find six toads rising with him, seemingly curious or bellicose, to investigate the intruder.
Wangji, being a man, possessed of wit and opposable thumbs, does the expected and picks up waxy, long, mellow lotus leaves, throwing them absently at the frogs who follow. They croak impatiently, swearing either a pox upon Cloud Recesses' long-absent cows or an end to Lan Wangji's already unfulfilled bloodline. Either way, he lands first, knees absorbing the shock and scratches of water pebble hitting his skin, as he drags his hands through water to find and net his wayward soulmate —
"Wei Ying —"
...only to discover he's collected the wrong toad — a fatter, brighter, emerald specimen, lips ready for a smooch. He blinks. The toad blinks. A long tongue slithers out.
Lan Wangji nearly swoons.