[ Wei Ying sits like he speaks, relaxed in ways that beg Wangji to retaliate with rigid form and posture, compensating towards balance. Late in the day, it nearly costs him strain to remember to reshape himself around that principle — but then, they fit beside each other again, the bodily geometry of their peace brokered without ado.
He waits, until he feels Wei Ying settled, to close his eyes and let the peace that precedes meditation draw upon him again. ]
Good evening. [ This, to start; he was, earlier, scolded for his manners. ] Apologies. Wei Ying expected me earlier.
[ ...with a door not doubt shut even tighter then, rejection reinforced by Wei Ying's stubborn pride. No matter. The hour was named, the rendez-vous pledged. Of the two, Lan Wangji failed in his duties. ]
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He waits, until he feels Wei Ying settled, to close his eyes and let the peace that precedes meditation draw upon him again. ]
Good evening. [ This, to start; he was, earlier, scolded for his manners. ] Apologies. Wei Ying expected me earlier.
[ ...with a door not doubt shut even tighter then, rejection reinforced by Wei Ying's stubborn pride. No matter. The hour was named, the rendez-vous pledged. Of the two, Lan Wangji failed in his duties. ]