( This... is not the horizontal squirming, groaning and friction he had anticipated, as his marriage progressed into maturity and respectability. Some might say — Lan Wangji, slapping the bridge of his palm down on the boat's floor, to steady himself in the strain up, and nearly locking fingers with the cadaver in the process — that this is a detour from everything their afternoon might have been planned as. )
Be — ( Teeth gritting, Sir, you make a mockery of his composure, writhing in a gentleman's lap — ) — still.
( And then, forgive him, but he has learned, has ever been brother to vigilance and mother to a hundred, petty, unforgiving hurts: that Wei Ying wears his secrets in his smiles, his torn parchment paper in his hair, and at least one talisman, perpetually, on his person. Lan Wangji searches, on instinct, palming Wei Ying's sleeves and the front of his robes until wherever the trove is, it is found, and he rescues a fire talisman, powers it —
And slips it down on drenched wood, where thankfully, gratefully, the boat has been waxed and oiled to decline catching fire readily, but the hands that keep fisting their way up don't seem discouraged. The gentle, crackling, crisping incineration of meat is an unpleasant, unyielding stench. He looks away, hisses: )
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( This... is not the horizontal squirming, groaning and friction he had anticipated, as his marriage progressed into maturity and respectability. Some might say — Lan Wangji, slapping the bridge of his palm down on the boat's floor, to steady himself in the strain up, and nearly locking fingers with the cadaver in the process — that this is a detour from everything their afternoon might have been planned as. )
Be — ( Teeth gritting, Sir, you make a mockery of his composure, writhing in a gentleman's lap — ) — still.
( And then, forgive him, but he has learned, has ever been brother to vigilance and mother to a hundred, petty, unforgiving hurts: that Wei Ying wears his secrets in his smiles, his torn parchment paper in his hair, and at least one talisman, perpetually, on his person. Lan Wangji searches, on instinct, palming Wei Ying's sleeves and the front of his robes until wherever the trove is, it is found, and he rescues a fire talisman, powers it —
And slips it down on drenched wood, where thankfully, gratefully, the boat has been waxed and oiled to decline catching fire readily, but the hands that keep fisting their way up don't seem discouraged. The gentle, crackling, crisping incineration of meat is an unpleasant, unyielding stench. He looks away, hisses: )
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