[ This boy was never Wangji's to fail. He will not claim him now, when he looks at Wangji with eyes of storm and mouth soured and sullen with grimace. A child's mind, for his child's temperament. Jin Ling suits his age better than he does his father's sword.
If he learned the lessons of his uncles, he would wage war or wait out weakness. If he were Jiang Cheng, and there were wrongdoing put before him, he would ask it righted. If here Jin Guangyao, he would bide time until, by design or accident, his prey's neck bared before him. He is, instead, a rare curiosity, possessed of Jiang Cheng's frustration and the Jin veneer for misplaced vanity.
At least, Jin Ling walks, and Wangji can still direct him, twining paths coalescing into the long road. So, then, he has given Jiang Cheng word that he will mind his manners before Wei Wuxian. He is safe, then, to deliver, like a courier's note to the unwise. ]
Ask your questions.
[ What Wangji cannot give lies in Xichen's power to untangle. This much he knows: there is no mystery that a man who has lived a decade longer than Wangji cannot solve. ]
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If he learned the lessons of his uncles, he would wage war or wait out weakness. If he were Jiang Cheng, and there were wrongdoing put before him, he would ask it righted. If here Jin Guangyao, he would bide time until, by design or accident, his prey's neck bared before him. He is, instead, a rare curiosity, possessed of Jiang Cheng's frustration and the Jin veneer for misplaced vanity.
At least, Jin Ling walks, and Wangji can still direct him, twining paths coalescing into the long road. So, then, he has given Jiang Cheng word that he will mind his manners before Wei Wuxian. He is safe, then, to deliver, like a courier's note to the unwise. ]
Ask your questions.
[ What Wangji cannot give lies in Xichen's power to untangle. This much he knows: there is no mystery that a man who has lived a decade longer than Wangji cannot solve. ]