( Life grants moments of grace, and lo, 'tis not one of them. The young man clings, Lan Wangji bids Bichen's blade silently lifted, this series of events conspires to complete, within blinks, to satisfaction.
All is well in a rotten, cadaver-infested world. All hail the union of flying sword, grudging wielder and impossibly impulsive adolescent.
It seems almost as if Bichen might suffice to propel them briskly forward, and they'll cut through the skies to reach their destination — until one of the dead suddenly propels himself halfway over Bichen blade, head lulling, Lan Wangji
stuck
gazing down at the stowaway by his feet, parallel to Lockwood. He thinks, summarily, to kick him off, but decides the turbulence could upset Lockwood's balance. Therefore, politely, as he stomps on the dead man's rotting hands instead, where he grasps onto Bichen: )
May you skewer him with your rapier needle?
( Politely, as one might ask for another cup of freshly brewed tea. )
.....does it tho
( Life grants moments of grace, and lo, 'tis not one of them. The young man clings, Lan Wangji bids Bichen's blade silently lifted, this series of events conspires to complete, within blinks, to satisfaction.
All is well in a rotten, cadaver-infested world. All hail the union of flying sword, grudging wielder and impossibly impulsive adolescent.
It seems almost as if Bichen might suffice to propel them briskly forward, and they'll cut through the skies to reach their destination — until one of the dead suddenly propels himself halfway over Bichen blade, head lulling, Lan Wangji
stuck
gazing down at the stowaway by his feet, parallel to Lockwood. He thinks, summarily, to kick him off, but decides the turbulence could upset Lockwood's balance. Therefore, politely, as he stomps on the dead man's rotting hands instead, where he grasps onto Bichen: )
May you skewer him with your rapier needle?
( Politely, as one might ask for another cup of freshly brewed tea. )