( ...perhaps this is to be Lan Wangji's fate, forever orbiting in the gravity pull of the better man, the more virtuous, self-sacrificial hero. The misunderstood champion, the bloodied legend, the martyr.
Wei Ying wrote the start of that pattern. Lockwood satisfies the requirements to join the trend. Unbidden, Lan Wangji flings out his sword — only for the blade to linger stalwartly and hovered, like lightning paralyzed above water, slashing searching fingers of the riotous undead. He plunges, rising above and scaling the sword, and it dashes by, bearing his weight scrupulously with minimal tremulations.
After, it is a disastrous hunt, chasing negative spaces between a sea of torn, tattered limbs, and the dead in their cluttered, cloying waters. He locates Lockwood at a sharpened glance, flight of his sword easing, as he crouches down and leans, hand ready to grasp — )
Collect the shard, so I may extricate you.
( A carriage made man made flying sword, here to excavate you, young sir. )
in before canon sword surfing, weep
( ...perhaps this is to be Lan Wangji's fate, forever orbiting in the gravity pull of the better man, the more virtuous, self-sacrificial hero. The misunderstood champion, the bloodied legend, the martyr.
Wei Ying wrote the start of that pattern. Lockwood satisfies the requirements to join the trend. Unbidden, Lan Wangji flings out his sword — only for the blade to linger stalwartly and hovered, like lightning paralyzed above water, slashing searching fingers of the riotous undead. He plunges, rising above and scaling the sword, and it dashes by, bearing his weight scrupulously with minimal tremulations.
After, it is a disastrous hunt, chasing negative spaces between a sea of torn, tattered limbs, and the dead in their cluttered, cloying waters. He locates Lockwood at a sharpened glance, flight of his sword easing, as he crouches down and leans, hand ready to grasp — )
Collect the shard, so I may extricate you.
( A carriage made man made flying sword, here to excavate you, young sir. )