[ Come hunt, he'd said, forgetting himself. Come hunt, and with it all inherent and uncertain things: the offer, the threat, the dare. He'd expected a no. He still expects a no, even with all the requisite formalities exchanged. Time and place, echoing like a promise and he's not sure this current skin is suited to survive such an ordeal. But. But.
He's no expert when it comes to parsing Lan Wangji's words. He's improved, over time. He can pick the intent and reaction out more often than he can't, can read the tiny shifts that strangers don't so that conversations he plays no part in occur with the other party all but blind in comparison. The selfish part of him takes pride in the *knowing*. The selfish part of him, he understands now, wants more. The want is hard to gauge with entire sects between them.
A kinder man might have given the venerable Hanguang-jun an inn, at least. A city. Some semblance of civilization to land his weary feet at, surely. Wei Wuxian--ever a bastion of propriety--perches himself on a boulder, jar in hand, at a barely-descript crossroads in the middle of nowhere northern Lanling and watches the slowly darkening sky as Little Apple finds a meal in the long grasses that hem in the edge of the nearby woods. ]
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He's no expert when it comes to parsing Lan Wangji's words. He's improved, over time. He can pick the intent and reaction out more often than he can't, can read the tiny shifts that strangers don't so that conversations he plays no part in occur with the other party all but blind in comparison. The selfish part of him takes pride in the *knowing*. The selfish part of him, he understands now, wants more. The want is hard to gauge with entire sects between them.
A kinder man might have given the venerable Hanguang-jun an inn, at least. A city. Some semblance of civilization to land his weary feet at, surely. Wei Wuxian--ever a bastion of propriety--perches himself on a boulder, jar in hand, at a barely-descript crossroads in the middle of nowhere northern Lanling and watches the slowly darkening sky as Little Apple finds a meal in the long grasses that hem in the edge of the nearby woods. ]