[ Trust Wei Ying, given the nature of the day and of the feast feeding to look upon the flower and think, ah, but they must play. Surely, now is the hour, the courteous occasion, the primed opportunity. Lan Wangji's teeth may grit and grind more in Wei Ying's presence than do miller's stones.
Still, despite everything, Wei Ying touches. Tastes and liaises, in that cautious, careful tongue Wangji has learned to observe between this man and his death-struck creatures — their secret, kept delicately, until power can no longer be contained.
Qi mimics the effects, but the language will likely summon a hundred voices in pained echo, if he were to play out the notes of his questions here, in the haunted site. Wei Ying's sorcery is somehow more reliably targeted, despite the risks of his strange humour. ]
It poisoned her skin like curse craft. [ Perhaps, if they knew more of the caster, they could find a thousand mirrored silhouettes of blossom on his person. ] Concentrate. [ A pause. ] There will be wine. [ And there. ] You sense spirits?
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Still, despite everything, Wei Ying touches. Tastes and liaises, in that cautious, careful tongue Wangji has learned to observe between this man and his death-struck creatures — their secret, kept delicately, until power can no longer be contained.
Qi mimics the effects, but the language will likely summon a hundred voices in pained echo, if he were to play out the notes of his questions here, in the haunted site. Wei Ying's sorcery is somehow more reliably targeted, despite the risks of his strange humour. ]
It poisoned her skin like curse craft. [ Perhaps, if they knew more of the caster, they could find a thousand mirrored silhouettes of blossom on his person. ] Concentrate. [ A pause. ] There will be wine. [ And there. ] You sense spirits?