( Perhaps he shouldn't speak it so easily, venom a thinned trickle, clotting and seeping in. Brother, battered by the sickness of his guilt. Wei Ying, absorbed by the events of another decade, by Jin Ling's... invitation —
As if direr matters have not touched and tainted them since. As if they have lingered like stone, stagnant and resolute.
He breathes, and it all but tears at his lungs. )
The flower, at midday.
( And Lan Wangji, ending this... mirror sorcery. )
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( Perhaps he shouldn't speak it so easily, venom a thinned trickle, clotting and seeping in. Brother, battered by the sickness of his guilt. Wei Ying, absorbed by the events of another decade, by Jin Ling's... invitation —
As if direr matters have not touched and tainted them since. As if they have lingered like stone, stagnant and resolute.
He breathes, and it all but tears at his lungs. )
The flower, at midday.
( And Lan Wangji, ending this... mirror sorcery. )