( anger doesnโt rise as quietly as it once did. his connection to his bonded is an outburst on all his senses, and lan wangjiโs temper sometimes mirrors its many moods, impulses that elude his unwavering restraint. he wavers now, barely resisting the urge to slam his fist onto the table; itโs a flare of magic instead, a whirlwind breeze around them for dramatic effects that surges up, whipping past jin guangyao and subsiding as quickly as it came. lan xichenโs sworn brother sputters the same words a victim might, and lan wangjiโs knuckles are white atop the table, stray pieces of weiqi between his fingers. )
Redemption has a price. ( penance, and itโs a hiss between gritted teeth, because jin guangyao wishes for a second chance that lan wangji doesnโt think he deserves. lan xichen thinks otherwise, his brother the only soothing balm on his wounds, and a good measure of salt. ) Trust is earned.
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for dramatic effectsthat surges up, whipping past jin guangyao and subsiding as quickly as it came. lan xichenโs sworn brother sputters the same words a victim might, and lan wangjiโs knuckles are white atop the table, stray pieces of weiqi between his fingers. )Redemption has a price. ( penance, and itโs a hiss between gritted teeth, because jin guangyao wishes for a second chance that lan wangji doesnโt think he deserves. lan xichen thinks otherwise, his brother the only soothing balm on his wounds, and a good measure of salt. ) Trust is earned.