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ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2023-11-06 06:42 pm (UTC)


Children of Cloud Recesses — ( Being perfect and born of radish crops and also of apparently gravid Yunmeng men — ) — do not.

( His weakness, too human and too pedestrian for his pride. Ignorance, but of matters minor, of insignificance. He survives, does Lan Wangji, at the largesse of a world too preoccupied with worship of him to understand he is fundamentally unsuited to survive it. He is reminded of this at every step, by men worldly concerns have named his betters.

Today, Jiang Cheng. A candle flame, by their hand, squeals and fizzes and gutters like a butchered pig. He thinks, it is fortunate to pucker out in kisses of wax and escort itself out of a tenuous existence. Thinks, if only all men shared in such convenient fates.

But no. He calls the sea creature over — and politely asks the next hand dealt to the gentleman beside him. )


I shall pay. ( Wintered: ) I put my honour in Jiang Wanyin's hands.

( Like entrusting an old lecher with the keys to the brothel. Better win. )


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