( ...friend, and blessed be the night that shrouds him and the flinch that absorbs his body, whole. How he turns, sharply, to stare, only to surrender the better part of his indignation and trade it in for care, when Tykhe crawls and creeps forward, trail of her translucent rags behind her.
She stills before the anonymous grave, coming to kneel, and perhaps Lan Wangji's arrogance shows here in his hope — only, she shrieks all at once, howl miserable, hands clawing the nameplate and leaving behind the cleaving of scratches, for all she now absents fair fingertips.
He intercedes to collect her, to peel her away — and fails, when she nearly slaps him down with waves of wind and current, and he breaks his fall on his hand, sunken near Jacob's feet. Before his friend may interject, he murmurs: )
...leave her to mourn a moment. She will recover.
( Quite possibly, Lan Wangji needs this moment to right himself to his feet, also. )
coin flip knows where it's at! trust the process!
( ...friend, and blessed be the night that shrouds him and the flinch that absorbs his body, whole. How he turns, sharply, to stare, only to surrender the better part of his indignation and trade it in for care, when Tykhe crawls and creeps forward, trail of her translucent rags behind her.
She stills before the anonymous grave, coming to kneel, and perhaps Lan Wangji's arrogance shows here in his hope — only, she shrieks all at once, howl miserable, hands clawing the nameplate and leaving behind the cleaving of scratches, for all she now absents fair fingertips.
He intercedes to collect her, to peel her away — and fails, when she nearly slaps him down with waves of wind and current, and he breaks his fall on his hand, sunken near Jacob's feet. Before his friend may interject, he murmurs: )
...leave her to mourn a moment. She will recover.
( Quite possibly, Lan Wangji needs this moment to right himself to his feet, also. )