[ About Lan Xichen once, twice, in perpetuity. Lan Xichen set the tone of the encounter, its length and purpose. Lan Xichen will end it, the tremble of his mouth in rejection, the shake of his head biding Wangji's gift inside.
If they are zither notes, they know all too well the hand that plays them — and Lan Wangji need only present them, two puppets before their master. ]
The same substance that poisons can cure in small amounts.
[ Sugars. White hellebore. Moderation is the heart of modern medicine, and Meng Yao might well prove the easier swallow in tempered mouthfulls. Lan Xichen has always been cautious in his appetites, scrupulous in his diet. He will not, all at once, attack the morsel before him.
Questionably delicious and largely weeping though he might prove. ]
I cannot say if you will suit him. [ To look at Meng Yao, so reduced in ways Lan Wangji barely remembers — not unlike the vagabond he was before his ascension — he cuts an unambitious sight. ] But you are medicine untried.
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If they are zither notes, they know all too well the hand that plays them — and Lan Wangji need only present them, two puppets before their master. ]
The same substance that poisons can cure in small amounts.
[ Sugars. White hellebore. Moderation is the heart of modern medicine, and Meng Yao might well prove the easier swallow in tempered mouthfulls. Lan Xichen has always been cautious in his appetites, scrupulous in his diet. He will not, all at once, attack the morsel before him.
Questionably delicious and largely weeping though he might prove. ]
I cannot say if you will suit him. [ To look at Meng Yao, so reduced in ways Lan Wangji barely remembers — not unlike the vagabond he was before his ascension — he cuts an unambitious sight. ] But you are medicine untried.