And ghost lords. ( No bite, no teeth, barely blood on his mouth. A simple conclusion, ferried along by certainty: his brother's conviction in Hua Cheng's innocence, Lan Wangji's own lingering questions, Xie Lian's warmth of welcome. No mistake, then.
He slips closer, tempted by the white glint of the dice, the clink and drag of them, their casual friction. His hand tumbles, hovering, never quite collecting the pieces. )
No concern. ( Then, carefully: ) May I?
( This is not, after all, his possession — and ghosts so often begrudge their artefacts borrowed, succumbed to jealousy and paranoia. )
no subject
And ghost lords. ( No bite, no teeth, barely blood on his mouth. A simple conclusion, ferried along by certainty: his brother's conviction in Hua Cheng's innocence, Lan Wangji's own lingering questions, Xie Lian's warmth of welcome. No mistake, then.
He slips closer, tempted by the white glint of the dice, the clink and drag of them, their casual friction. His hand tumbles, hovering, never quite collecting the pieces. )
No concern. ( Then, carefully: ) May I?
( This is not, after all, his possession — and ghosts so often begrudge their artefacts borrowed, succumbed to jealousy and paranoia. )