[ until a moment ago, lan wangji may have been a figure in her periphery. occasional as it is, lan wangji visits here. whether it is to clean his hands of the chalk he often keeps with him these days, to greet those who are new to this world — he still appears here and there. and today is no exception to it.
he has not interfered, not yet. but, it may be only that he does because a newer one voices her dissent, queries anyone in earshot.
and lan wangji is there. ]
For now.
[ he answers, by way of greeting. his bedside manner could use work, but there is a sort of gentleness in that sincerity. lan wangji is an honest man — he will not disguise what is fact because it is uncomfortable, because another may believe she would do poorly in her handling of it. still, he sits a respectful distance from her, back straight and shoulders balanced upon a cushion that has found its seeming home upon the floor.
between his pale hands, he too holds a mug of tea which he settles upon the low table without much disruption of the quiet. the ceramic makes a pleasant click. ]
Do not push yourself to use it. [ it, it would seem, would be whatever it is she is attempting to accomplish. he should know of it, given the time he has spent here. it is marked in the length of his hair, the way it grazes past his chin. he has known the pain of his own efforts, has known the pain of others.
but, the warning is all he might do. he will not press her or anyone to make the choices they do in this respect. ]
2. BULLIES YOU
he has not interfered, not yet. but, it may be only that he does because a newer one voices her dissent, queries anyone in earshot.
and lan wangji is there. ]
For now.
[ he answers, by way of greeting. his bedside manner could use work, but there is a sort of gentleness in that sincerity. lan wangji is an honest man — he will not disguise what is fact because it is uncomfortable, because another may believe she would do poorly in her handling of it. still, he sits a respectful distance from her, back straight and shoulders balanced upon a cushion that has found its seeming home upon the floor.
between his pale hands, he too holds a mug of tea which he settles upon the low table without much disruption of the quiet. the ceramic makes a pleasant click. ]
Do not push yourself to use it. [ it, it would seem, would be whatever it is she is attempting to accomplish. he should know of it, given the time he has spent here. it is marked in the length of his hair, the way it grazes past his chin. he has known the pain of his own efforts, has known the pain of others.
but, the warning is all he might do. he will not press her or anyone to make the choices they do in this respect. ]