[ Pretty and witty and kind. Delightful. May the heavens, in their merciful wisdom, spare Lan Wangji the talents that only crones, gossips and Yiling Patriarchs seem to develop towards ill-timed matchmaking. Perhaps it's Lan Wangji who should reconsider — after all, the girl, green-eyed stranger, is the most that can apparently be hoped for his pairing: alive (for the time) and physically present.
He should only be so fortunate to win her hand, most ambitiously, before it rots away with tangles of vine from her body. He can but hope.
Or perhaps he should direct Wei Ying's efforts towards the plain, the obvious and the practical — the flower Wangji inspects a moment more, before lifting it on high in one hand to return to Wei Ying's tentative reach. ]
Whistle.
[ Catnip for strays, Wei Ying for spirits. To each wrong in this world, its lure. ]
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He should only be so fortunate to win her hand, most ambitiously, before it rots away with tangles of vine from her body. He can but hope.
Or perhaps he should direct Wei Ying's efforts towards the plain, the obvious and the practical — the flower Wangji inspects a moment more, before lifting it on high in one hand to return to Wei Ying's tentative reach. ]
Whistle.
[ Catnip for strays, Wei Ying for spirits. To each wrong in this world, its lure. ]