( This is — crude, a woman baring herself for him, while layers of Lan Wangji's own robes have been obscenely parted. Let no matchmaker or gossip watch or speak of this, their reputations hereby tattered.
The instruction is lost to wind, if unnecessary. Some things are past gleaning.
He takes the cloth, hissing as another — whistling from below resumes, and he fears the call like an all-consuming sickness. The sleeve would not fit to fetter his waist, but he wraps it around his left arm gamely, tight when he draws it with hand and teeth. The right hand holds the sword.
They crawl, together, just as the sirens seem to desperately begin their song, only to — ...fall suddenly, deafeningly silent. They are yet a short distance from the mast, more so from the strange well that seems to call them.
He hears the batting of fish fins below, then distant. Tentatively: )
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( This is — crude, a woman baring herself for him, while layers of Lan Wangji's own robes have been obscenely parted. Let no matchmaker or gossip watch or speak of this, their reputations hereby tattered.
The instruction is lost to wind, if unnecessary. Some things are past gleaning.
He takes the cloth, hissing as another — whistling from below resumes, and he fears the call like an all-consuming sickness. The sleeve would not fit to fetter his waist, but he wraps it around his left arm gamely, tight when he draws it with hand and teeth. The right hand holds the sword.
They crawl, together, just as the sirens seem to desperately begin their song, only to — ...fall suddenly, deafeningly silent. They are yet a short distance from the mast, more so from the strange well that seems to call them.
He hears the batting of fish fins below, then distant. Tentatively: )
Have they... fled?