( As much as Wen Kexing would like to be cold, aloof, there is a fire burning inside of him now. It burns like an acid, each word tinged red with viciousness. It isn't Lan Wangji's fault, but the knowledge that he has seen him afraid is unbearable. His emotions are a heaving mass, his head splitting with pain. He wants to lash out and can't, taking an abortive step closer to where the spectre had been. The light remains the same, but his veins are rolling and alert.
A flicker in the corner of his eye and his hand moves, energy in the palm of it. But there is nothing and all it does is knock a sconce askance. He swears, sharp, and in the next step the light goes red again, shadows pulling together, a voice, the same, telling him he will never escape. )
Did you hear me? I've already killed you once, you think I can't again?
( He's bathed in the light, red, just like he'd been bathed in the Ghost Valley Master's blood then. He forgets Lan Wangji is there, in the face of it, his anger slicing like the edge of his fan. )
You're nothing now, there was nothing left, not a whisper, not a speck, nothing. ( A breath, ragged. ) I beat you.
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( As much as Wen Kexing would like to be cold, aloof, there is a fire burning inside of him now. It burns like an acid, each word tinged red with viciousness. It isn't Lan Wangji's fault, but the knowledge that he has seen him afraid is unbearable. His emotions are a heaving mass, his head splitting with pain. He wants to lash out and can't, taking an abortive step closer to where the spectre had been. The light remains the same, but his veins are rolling and alert.
A flicker in the corner of his eye and his hand moves, energy in the palm of it. But there is nothing and all it does is knock a sconce askance. He swears, sharp, and in the next step the light goes red again, shadows pulling together, a voice, the same, telling him he will never escape. )
Did you hear me? I've already killed you once, you think I can't again?
( He's bathed in the light, red, just like he'd been bathed in the Ghost Valley Master's blood then. He forgets Lan Wangji is there, in the face of it, his anger slicing like the edge of his fan. )
You're nothing now, there was nothing left, not a whisper, not a speck, nothing. ( A breath, ragged. ) I beat you.