( Backed like a recalcitrant horse, a mule, the Apple of his eye, and a stubbornness as familiar as breathing rears up, filling in the cracks as anger simmers, icing over, running cold. With the heat between them, within them, around them, copper limning the air.
His face angles in, nose nuzzled to temple, words low. The chains edge at his back, and he feels them, but the driving frustration is the man his limbs wrap around, the one as unapologetic as ever, as righteous, and irritatingly, not strictly wrong. Only Lan Zhan is new to nuance, is learning it still, and in the cauldron of the temple's bowels, in the false fixations of gods, dogs, fear driving creatures, fear driven creatures.
From mood, singing clanks of chains, all at his back, shifting under the press of Lan Zhan's bearing down.
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( Backed like a recalcitrant horse, a mule, the Apple of his eye, and a stubbornness as familiar as breathing rears up, filling in the cracks as anger simmers, icing over, running cold. With the heat between them, within them, around them, copper limning the air.
His face angles in, nose nuzzled to temple, words low. The chains edge at his back, and he feels them, but the driving frustration is the man his limbs wrap around, the one as unapologetic as ever, as righteous, and irritatingly, not strictly wrong. Only Lan Zhan is new to nuance, is learning it still, and in the cauldron of the temple's bowels, in the false fixations of gods, dogs, fear driving creatures, fear driven creatures.
From mood, singing clanks of chains, all at his back, shifting under the press of Lan Zhan's bearing down.
One word, silk over steel: )
Kneel.