[ ...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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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. ]