( Wei Wuxian smiles, laughs, with the ease and carefree manner of a man who either doesn't understand his situation, one who is overly suffused in his own confidence, or someone aware enough to be neither but always, always easier when it comes to socializing when it can be as he pleases. Here it's rough, barefaced in greed and desperation, alcohol and other pleasures, power in the way of those who understand it flows through shadows even more easily, more jerkily, than the bright, burning light of day.
It's easier here than in the courts they've had to fraternize with, time and again, and dangerous in a more apparent way. About as blunt as the dead, but far more concerned still with the business of being alive, cursed and otherwise. )
Better he doesn't, would you really want to be on tap?
( Ah, but here the shark headed man is, his lack of lips a betrayal of certain sounds, his teeth sharp around other ones, his voice whispy as if it flees in air, seeking the solidity of water. Cards cut like fins through water, and again, and again, before they're asked: )
What're you offering me that makes it worth my deal?
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It's easier here than in the courts they've had to fraternize with, time and again, and dangerous in a more apparent way. About as blunt as the dead, but far more concerned still with the business of being alive, cursed and otherwise. )
Better he doesn't, would you really want to be on tap?
( Ah, but here the shark headed man is, his lack of lips a betrayal of certain sounds, his teeth sharp around other ones, his voice whispy as if it flees in air, seeking the solidity of water. Cards cut like fins through water, and again, and again, before they're asked: )
What're you offering me that makes it worth my deal?