You do not have to do a thing. No man compels you. Not one creed possessed the Yiling Patriarch, no sect leader commands him. No spirit weighs his flute or taunts his soul. He carries himself, a monument, indestructible — heart as stone.
Crumbling, where Lan Wangji can see it. Tattered earth beneath his step, if he does not rise above. Stills, instead, stranded, anchor between the sea foam of his dangled silks. Sixteen years ago, Wei Ying jumped to gem spread of littered flame. Now, he means to drench himself in Wangji's disaster. What he requires is this: Wei Ying's fingers, gently peeled from Wangji's sleeve. His posture, corrected. The balance of the room restored, so Wei Ying might prioritise his own person.
Shadow of a borrowed smile bright-burn on his lips, the old conceit — he is, here, as everywhere, exalted beauty and nodded grace, the chief cultivator. "I dismiss you."
Go without guilt or fear, then. Be gone, now. Shoo.
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Crumbling, where Lan Wangji can see it. Tattered earth beneath his step, if he does not rise above. Stills, instead, stranded, anchor between the sea foam of his dangled silks. Sixteen years ago, Wei Ying jumped to gem spread of littered flame. Now, he means to drench himself in Wangji's disaster. What he requires is this: Wei Ying's fingers, gently peeled from Wangji's sleeve. His posture, corrected. The balance of the room restored, so Wei Ying might prioritise his own person.
Shadow of a borrowed smile bright-burn on his lips, the old conceit — he is, here, as everywhere, exalted beauty and nodded grace, the chief cultivator. "I dismiss you."
Go without guilt or fear, then. Be gone, now. Shoo.