( His... cock, a perfectly plump and carefree opportunist, still grudgingly tame and settling in the nook of Lan Wangji's arm, now gazes from his perch as if Wei Ying holds the last of his enemies and the worst of his prospects. As if he knows that, should they depart here and now, the bird will fall, a first casualty.
He hesitates. Considers the dark, their surroundings, the extent of the information yet available in the entombment of the monastery. They could bide days upon days and court the nuns for revelations, but he suspects that they will trickle fat droplets and shallow rivulets and give them but scant satisfaction.
Their answer does not sleep here, between the coy smiles of helpless dames. It is not lost and found, lost and found, dazed by miasma. )
A day's ride. ( Down a mountain. And hesitantly — ) Hours by sword.
( For all they both know Wei Ying's natural hesitancy, his learned dread. No matter. He will not insult his grown husband with demurring. )
Come with me, or linger to probe the nuns alone. ( Wei Ying is a pretty thing, miraculously bright, exuberant. Perhaps they will seem as no threat, reduced to one, where they imperil the monastery together. )
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( His... cock, a perfectly plump and carefree opportunist, still grudgingly tame and settling in the nook of Lan Wangji's arm, now gazes from his perch as if Wei Ying holds the last of his enemies and the worst of his prospects. As if he knows that, should they depart here and now, the bird will fall, a first casualty.
He hesitates. Considers the dark, their surroundings, the extent of the information yet available in the entombment of the monastery. They could bide days upon days and court the nuns for revelations, but he suspects that they will trickle fat droplets and shallow rivulets and give them but scant satisfaction.
Their answer does not sleep here, between the coy smiles of helpless dames. It is not lost and found, lost and found, dazed by miasma. )
A day's ride. ( Down a mountain. And hesitantly — ) Hours by sword.
( For all they both know Wei Ying's natural hesitancy, his learned dread. No matter. He will not insult his grown husband with demurring. )
Come with me, or linger to probe the nuns alone. ( Wei Ying is a pretty thing, miraculously bright, exuberant. Perhaps they will seem as no threat, reduced to one, where they imperil the monastery together. )