( There's a certain moment of near chidlish glee in being carried like this, in a comfort left in years he doesn't think back on hard, for this reason, for that. He all but huffs a laugh as Lan Zhan leaps to the shoreline, light as feathers, heavy as Mount Tai in Wei Wuxian's heart. )
Playing?
( A glance back at the dead, the boat now more within the water than above. He sighs, and hums, a sound which should not carry as it does, and yet. The dead as a whole cannot be controlled, not to the easy extent that leaves him bound to deep enforced rests and exhaustion for days, but they can be suggested upon, into stillness, stillness, sleep. He feels it as one submits, then another; expends his energy in coaxing strikes that slip between the dead until enough take to knees, to sink back below waters, than the few who have not struggle against the exhaustion of their own outside magic forcing them to serve as the Huntress so bid.
So it is, he thinks to himself, slumping more heavily into Lan Zhan, all of him a dragging gravity latched on to Lan Zhan's person, the orbiting of his... moon. White like moonrise, blue like skies, and that's a lovely thing to be, isn't it? Visible day and night, never fully banished or vanquished to one or the other. )
Lan Zhan...
( A sigh, his face burrowed and burying on Lan Zhan's shoulder. )
This is not the kind of tired I was looking forward to.
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( There's a certain moment of near chidlish glee in being carried like this, in a comfort left in years he doesn't think back on hard, for this reason, for that. He all but huffs a laugh as Lan Zhan leaps to the shoreline, light as feathers, heavy as Mount Tai in Wei Wuxian's heart. )
Playing?
( A glance back at the dead, the boat now more within the water than above. He sighs, and hums, a sound which should not carry as it does, and yet. The dead as a whole cannot be controlled, not to the easy extent that leaves him bound to deep enforced rests and exhaustion for days, but they can be suggested upon, into stillness, stillness, sleep. He feels it as one submits, then another; expends his energy in coaxing strikes that slip between the dead until enough take to knees, to sink back below waters, than the few who have not struggle against the exhaustion of their own outside magic forcing them to serve as the Huntress so bid.
So it is, he thinks to himself, slumping more heavily into Lan Zhan, all of him a dragging gravity latched on to Lan Zhan's person, the orbiting of his... moon. White like moonrise, blue like skies, and that's a lovely thing to be, isn't it? Visible day and night, never fully banished or vanquished to one or the other. )
Lan Zhan...
( A sigh, his face burrowed and burying on Lan Zhan's shoulder. )
This is not the kind of tired I was looking forward to.
( He instead whines. )