[ One point made, another absent. Lost between them, a truth comprises both.
The child-thing stops, rash in his boyhood, the energy of his barely restrained frustration echoing the force of Jiang Cheng. Subdued like river's course, Lan Wangji covers the distance between them, step and sorcery stubborn to fill in every nook and cranny.
He does not raise his hand to turn the boy towards him, does not request the courtesy of acknowledgement one practitioner should pay another freely — and one gentleman should reserve for his fellow man without restraint. Who is this boy to him? Not of the Lan, to discipline. And not so offensive now that Lan Wangji must strain the scope of his influence. ]
Apology. [ He offers instead, arms awkward in a tentative bow, form spoiled by the bundle of lingering loquats. ] I have no justice for you.
[ A debt owed, claimed, unanswered. None of them will rush to bring the balance Jin Ling deserves, not with Wei Wuxian's happiness at risk. ]
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The child-thing stops, rash in his boyhood, the energy of his barely restrained frustration echoing the force of Jiang Cheng. Subdued like river's course, Lan Wangji covers the distance between them, step and sorcery stubborn to fill in every nook and cranny.
He does not raise his hand to turn the boy towards him, does not request the courtesy of acknowledgement one practitioner should pay another freely — and one gentleman should reserve for his fellow man without restraint. Who is this boy to him? Not of the Lan, to discipline. And not so offensive now that Lan Wangji must strain the scope of his influence. ]
Apology. [ He offers instead, arms awkward in a tentative bow, form spoiled by the bundle of lingering loquats. ] I have no justice for you.
[ A debt owed, claimed, unanswered. None of them will rush to bring the balance Jin Ling deserves, not with Wei Wuxian's happiness at risk. ]