( It is... as graceful and artistic of an offload as any man might envision, manifest, implement or scuttle away with.
Lan Wangji maintains their course straightforward, viciously but reliably direct. Lockwood hacks, slashes, pokes and prods at a wriggling, squirming and mewling dead thing caught unabashedly to their means of transport. The division of labour works spectacularly, until such a time that Lan Wangji, noting their — passenger has been relieved off Bichen, nevertheless fails to course correct the redistribution of weight and nearly sets them down to crash — before recovering to lift the sword at the very last moment.
...this is why you should not take a passenger on your flying sword. Or weaponise a flying sword for travel, to start. )
Well done.
( Between gritted teeth, like crunching gravel, because young people bloom beneath praise, and the sun of Lan Wangji's appreciation shines bright, lo, like a diamond.
But then, finally, they descend. Slowly, gradually, Bichen stayed until Lockwood's feet nearly touch the rickety, half-sunken pier. He hesitates — )
You acquitted yourself admirably. ( A pause, then: ) Barring your last advance. ( A pretty name for Lockwood's burst of impassioned rescue. )
a story to tell the grandchildren
( It is... as graceful and artistic of an offload as any man might envision, manifest, implement or scuttle away with.
Lan Wangji maintains their course straightforward, viciously but reliably direct. Lockwood hacks, slashes, pokes and prods at a wriggling, squirming and mewling dead thing caught unabashedly to their means of transport. The division of labour works spectacularly, until such a time that Lan Wangji, noting their — passenger has been relieved off Bichen, nevertheless fails to course correct the redistribution of weight and nearly sets them down to crash — before recovering to lift the sword at the very last moment.
...this is why you should not take a passenger on your flying sword. Or weaponise a flying sword for travel, to start. )
Well done.
( Between gritted teeth, like crunching gravel, because young people bloom beneath praise, and the sun of Lan Wangji's appreciation shines bright, lo, like a diamond.
But then, finally, they descend. Slowly, gradually, Bichen stayed until Lockwood's feet nearly touch the rickety, half-sunken pier. He hesitates — )
You acquitted yourself admirably. ( A pause, then: ) Barring your last advance. ( A pretty name for Lockwood's burst of impassioned rescue. )