[ In years, the boy of the Jin is closer to Lan Wangji than the man he must have expected, the Hanguang-jun that earned respect Wangji usurps without regret or compulsion. To deprive himself of gains won under his name, wearing his face, seems a wasteful and stupefying folly.
He keeps the bow longer than a child deserves, less than a future scion has inherited with his name claim. Tension rides his shoulders, eats at his ribs. A small eternity later, when the back of his mouth tastes of iron and sea salt, of blood from where he's hooked the tender inside of his own cheek — he rises.
Among them two, it is not Lin Jing who is found wanting. Wangji will not presume to forget that much. ]
Gratitude.
[ For Jin Ling's patience, if not his kindness or his foresight. Each one of of Wei Wuxian's borrowed days is made more precious by the confusion and misunderstandings that broker them. Lan Wangji will not question the mercy that bides them more of that frail time. ]
He will not know to thank you. I do it on his behalf.
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He keeps the bow longer than a child deserves, less than a future scion has inherited with his name claim. Tension rides his shoulders, eats at his ribs. A small eternity later, when the back of his mouth tastes of iron and sea salt, of blood from where he's hooked the tender inside of his own cheek — he rises.
Among them two, it is not Lin Jing who is found wanting. Wangji will not presume to forget that much. ]
Gratitude.
[ For Jin Ling's patience, if not his kindness or his foresight. Each one of of Wei Wuxian's borrowed days is made more precious by the confusion and misunderstandings that broker them. Lan Wangji will not question the mercy that bides them more of that frail time. ]
He will not know to thank you. I do it on his behalf.