[ ...and where from, decoration, fan's spread and pretty inks and the silk of its canvas? Why, delivered within the gut of a cavern, where dust rains down in thickening rivulets, harder than the red flood that kisses their shoulders, their foreheads, each night of endless watch?
In Qinghe Nie, Huaisang no doubt shields ten shades of pale laughter beneath similar barricades, unquestioned. Who is Lan Wangji to bring down the whip of practicality on Wen Kexing's wandering habits?
( A man, bemused. Blinking, slow and steady and trapped in a spell of caution. ) ]
His course achieves each year same purpose.
[ Only a madman seeks deliverance through means tried once, again, ten times over. Whatever Arha's methods, they have failed him. Now, the time for exorcism has come. ]
A spirit's bones often betray its answer.
[ If bloodshed was afoot, betrayal, a curse that transcends mortality to haunt generations. If physicality holds the hint to the lord's demise.
uh oh
In Qinghe Nie, Huaisang no doubt shields ten shades of pale laughter beneath similar barricades, unquestioned. Who is Lan Wangji to bring down the whip of practicality on Wen Kexing's wandering habits?
( A man, bemused. Blinking, slow and steady and trapped in a spell of caution. ) ]
His course achieves each year same purpose.
[ Only a madman seeks deliverance through means tried once, again, ten times over. Whatever Arha's methods, they have failed him. Now, the time for exorcism has come. ]
A spirit's bones often betray its answer.
[ If bloodshed was afoot, betrayal, a curse that transcends mortality to haunt generations. If physicality holds the hint to the lord's demise.
And if not...?
...there is Wei Ying. ]