( after. There is yet an 'after' brokered between them, ring by ring weaving the chainmail, and clinks and glints of it blinding and deafening and stolid. It is at once pledge and permission, Wei Ying forfeiting of himself both his present and his future.
So it begins: torrentially, without thanks, only Lan Wangji assailing like a huntsman pursuing prey, hands cruel and bound in Wei Ying's hair and the rest of their geometries falling in clumsy, then a righting place — and later, he will ask himself, was this the way of it? Was this the root of trouble and qualm, was it always so simple?
But now is for a thousand notches on the vellum of his headband, rounded clean around Wei Ying, now is learning and bright footsteps on an inn's half-deserted corridor and sighs of wind warring beyond, and a night cool and kindly. Now is their own. )
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( after. There is yet an 'after' brokered between them, ring by ring weaving the chainmail, and clinks and glints of it blinding and deafening and stolid. It is at once pledge and permission, Wei Ying forfeiting of himself both his present and his future.
So it begins: torrentially, without thanks, only Lan Wangji assailing like a huntsman pursuing prey, hands cruel and bound in Wei Ying's hair and the rest of their geometries falling in clumsy, then a righting place — and later, he will ask himself, was this the way of it? Was this the root of trouble and qualm, was it always so simple?
But now is for a thousand notches on the vellum of his headband, rounded clean around Wei Ying, now is learning and bright footsteps on an inn's half-deserted corridor and sighs of wind warring beyond, and a night cool and kindly. Now is their own. )