[ The teacup cracks in Jiang Cheng’s hand, jaw clenched with equal tension.
Dark liquid bleeds from the fracture, spilling between them on the table and spreading. Precaution.
Lan Wangji appoints himself the protector of Wei Wuxian, from threats he deems and declares. Certain persons, allowed. Certain persons, proscribed.
Only precaution.
Wei Wuxian's words ring in his mind, that this man, Lan Wangji, his brother, Lan Xichen, are that which can stay whatever threat looms over Wei Wuxian. It crackles over his skin, the memory of failure, Yunmeng pride broken upon Lan jade.
Why does Lan Wangji's brotherhood endure? Is it a matter of blood? A matter of strength? A matter of character?
Does the fault lie within Jiang Cheng? ]
Just what are you asking, Lan Wangji?
[ The question itself is mild, but Jiang Cheng’s lash out, electric, temper unspooling like the coils of his whip.]
What are your intentions exactly?
[ Exhaling his tension, he forces himself to release the shards of porcelain, jasmine tea murky, red specks against white clay.]
[ ...ah, what a waste then. Tea and hurt and heat and bleeding. Rivulets of herbal fragrance that Wangji tries (fails) politely to circumvent, before courtesy gives way to practicality, and he extends himself to salvage a stretch of linen that's come with serving, and fold it once, then again in the satisfying stabs of a sturdy triangle.
Nothing to see here, blood, bone and ambition. Everything to bury. Snow, then. Ice building. ]
Keep Wei Wuxian unharmed for a month's time.
[ Premise undisputed, plan accepted. Adults already had their say, but if they must pretend Jiang Cheng holds the ultimate truth of permission, then the dance has stumbled once, but Wangji can keep its step. ]
Less, if brother exerts control over Jin Guangyao.
[ Wisps of smoke of a prospect, Xichen's own command of his sworn brother unclear. Can a beast so rabid it turns on the tenets of all of its families ever regain form? Ever return to its senses?
Jin Guangyao is the variable of every equation, turning one breath smile, the other fang. At Wangji's side, Bichen hurts to refuse him the liar's death, the cheat's, the gallows. He begs the kill, and in this Xichen is cruel, denying him. He begs with each breath. ]
Return him to you after.
[ Tribute before that: the triangle of cloth, presented in Wangji's open hands, sweeping under Jiang Cheng's. He waits, permission pending, before he might presume to inflict on master Jiang the indignity of Lan succour. ]
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Dark liquid bleeds from the fracture, spilling between them on the table and spreading. Precaution.
Lan Wangji appoints himself the protector of Wei Wuxian, from threats he deems and declares. Certain persons, allowed. Certain persons, proscribed.
Only precaution.
Wei Wuxian's words ring in his mind, that this man, Lan Wangji, his brother, Lan Xichen, are that which can stay whatever threat looms over Wei Wuxian. It crackles over his skin, the memory of failure, Yunmeng pride broken upon Lan jade.
Why does Lan Wangji's brotherhood endure? Is it a matter of blood? A matter of strength? A matter of character?
Does the fault lie within Jiang Cheng? ]
Just what are you asking, Lan Wangji?
[ The question itself is mild, but Jiang Cheng’s lash out, electric, temper unspooling like the coils of his whip.]
What are your intentions exactly?
[ Exhaling his tension, he forces himself to release the shards of porcelain, jasmine tea murky, red specks against white clay.]
no subject
Nothing to see here, blood, bone and ambition. Everything to bury. Snow, then. Ice building. ]
Keep Wei Wuxian unharmed for a month's time.
[ Premise undisputed, plan accepted. Adults already had their say, but if they must pretend Jiang Cheng holds the ultimate truth of permission, then the dance has stumbled once, but Wangji can keep its step. ]
Less, if brother exerts control over Jin Guangyao.
[ Wisps of smoke of a prospect, Xichen's own command of his sworn brother unclear. Can a beast so rabid it turns on the tenets of all of its families ever regain form? Ever return to its senses?
Jin Guangyao is the variable of every equation, turning one breath smile, the other fang. At Wangji's side, Bichen hurts to refuse him the liar's death, the cheat's, the gallows. He begs the kill, and in this Xichen is cruel, denying him. He begs with each breath. ]
Return him to you after.
[ Tribute before that: the triangle of cloth, presented in Wangji's open hands, sweeping under Jiang Cheng's. He waits, permission pending, before he might presume to inflict on master Jiang the indignity of Lan succour. ]