( He hisses and it's a dark and liquid thing, molten, edges acidic. He feels much the parent Sizhui never required him to be, stranded to shepherd a brighter, beautiful soul towards the uncleanliness of practical conclusions. The creature stirs as the Doctor attends the wound, mouth coming to snap in —
And these steps of the dance, Lan Wangji knows proficiently, and sketches them out artlessly between them: sword drawn, blade interceding, caught neatly between the stronghold gate of the creature's teeth. He twists Bichen, and the careful rotation forces its jaw unhinged, metallic friction dissuading the deepening clench.
He suspects, as the Doctor toils, it will dive serpentine and expedient, to bite again. Perhaps Bichen's chilled exhalations ease it. Perhaps it is the knowing tension that exudes from Lan Wangji's own stance.
All the same, it — allows them to continue. And Lan Wangji, meat shield plastering himself strategically in the negative space between the Doctor and the creature's mouth, fettered to a tree, only murmurs: )
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( He hisses and it's a dark and liquid thing, molten, edges acidic. He feels much the parent Sizhui never required him to be, stranded to shepherd a brighter, beautiful soul towards the uncleanliness of practical conclusions. The creature stirs as the Doctor attends the wound, mouth coming to snap in —
And these steps of the dance, Lan Wangji knows proficiently, and sketches them out artlessly between them: sword drawn, blade interceding, caught neatly between the stronghold gate of the creature's teeth. He twists Bichen, and the careful rotation forces its jaw unhinged, metallic friction dissuading the deepening clench.
He suspects, as the Doctor toils, it will dive serpentine and expedient, to bite again. Perhaps Bichen's chilled exhalations ease it. Perhaps it is the knowing tension that exudes from Lan Wangji's own stance.
All the same, it — allows them to continue. And Lan Wangji, meat shield plastering himself strategically in the negative space between the Doctor and the creature's mouth, fettered to a tree, only murmurs: )
Less chatter, more haste.