He can so clearly imagine the look on Lan Qiren's face as a plume of smoke wraps around his throat. The way he would crumple, like a puppet with its strings cut, the instant his neck snapped.
There's an odd blankness to the daydream, though: destruction without the heat of fury, pain without the righteous surge of justice done. Even as the thought consumes him, he watches it with little more than a detached curiosity.
He nods against Lan Zhan's shoulder. Despite the reassurance, he cannot make himself be anything but cautious as he flattens his hand against Lan Zhan's skin, the ridges of the myriad scars pressing against his palm.
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Date: 2020-10-19 01:47 pm (UTC)There's an odd blankness to the daydream, though: destruction without the heat of fury, pain without the righteous surge of justice done. Even as the thought consumes him, he watches it with little more than a detached curiosity.
He nods against Lan Zhan's shoulder. Despite the reassurance, he cannot make himself be anything but cautious as he flattens his hand against Lan Zhan's skin, the ridges of the myriad scars pressing against his palm.