[ jiang cheng's pupils narrow and constrict to a point, a pinprick of darkness like a droplet of ink upon a pristine cloth that spreads like an ugly stain, from his eyes to the rest of him. he does not take kindly to being ordered about - will not suffer such tone of words from someone with whom he has no ties with, only some fragile sense of obligation and duty that snaps like a frayed cord in the face of a harsh bitter wind that carries across the flat plains of yunmeng in late autumn. ]
Enough, [ he echoes lan wangji's words, his tone at first muted as if in shock, shellshocked, than again, as he repeats, some kind of manic, desperate sort of madness ringing the edges of his voice. ] Yes, that is enough.
[ he is not welcome here. the two of them sit, nestled within the cosy confines of this small restaurant, knees and hands pressed, pressing together as if they belong there, a seamless existence made of two people. it had been so, before. it had been so before, with him, and his side ( his right side, his right hand, forever, he had said, and jiang cheng only regrets being fool enough to listen ) aches and smarts with chill he had felt for the past ten and three scores of seasons passing. the two of them sitting there as if they belong, and he, he is like some ugly, terrible thing that a dog has dragged in. ]
You can enjoy your dinner. I have been here long enough.
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Enough, [ he echoes lan wangji's words, his tone at first muted as if in shock, shellshocked, than again, as he repeats, some kind of manic, desperate sort of madness ringing the edges of his voice. ] Yes, that is enough.
[ he is not welcome here. the two of them sit, nestled within the cosy confines of this small restaurant, knees and hands pressed, pressing together as if they belong there, a seamless existence made of two people. it had been so, before. it had been so before, with him, and his side ( his right side, his right hand, forever, he had said, and jiang cheng only regrets being fool enough to listen ) aches and smarts with chill he had felt for the past ten and three scores of seasons passing. the two of them sitting there as if they belong, and he, he is like some ugly, terrible thing that a dog has dragged in. ]
You can enjoy your dinner. I have been here long enough.