( Here, close, a deep shadow looming. Hardly log burns his tongue, but then, they not swing their daggers at one another on this day. After all, being the smaller, Five has the better odds of being missed.
And then, Lan Wangji's gaze rises, snags, catches on Five's familiar pallor, the shape of his equally known anger. Perpetual, simmering, impatient. Lan Wangji flirts, belatedly, with the plain temptation of denying him an answer, simply to be, for once, of an age.
Instead, measured: )
An elder walks these gardens. Crooked of back, malicious. Perhaps mad.
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( Here, close, a deep shadow looming. Hardly log burns his tongue, but then, they not swing their daggers at one another on this day. After all, being the smaller, Five has the better odds of being missed.
And then, Lan Wangji's gaze rises, snags, catches on Five's familiar pallor, the shape of his equally known anger. Perpetual, simmering, impatient. Lan Wangji flirts, belatedly, with the plain temptation of denying him an answer, simply to be, for once, of an age.
Instead, measured: )
An elder walks these gardens. Crooked of back, malicious. Perhaps mad.