"Lan Wangji." The smile he is favored with is thin, brittle, like the edge of an over-tempered, over-sharpened knife. Ready to shatter into pieces at the first hint of strain. "Come to fight me again? Have I not yet been punished enough?"
He finally looks up from his work, his eyes red-rimmed with the agony of loss, of abandonment, of sheer unrelenting bodily pain.
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Date: 2020-11-11 08:50 pm (UTC)He finally looks up from his work, his eyes red-rimmed with the agony of loss, of abandonment, of sheer unrelenting bodily pain.
"Is there an 'enough', to satisfy you?"