WIP Wednesday
A little snippet from what I've working on for the @mdzsbigbang
The words are there on the tip of Lan Wangji’s tongue. There has never been an exception. Resentment can only be eradicated, not embraced. Not used. Not even influenced. The orthodox ways handed down to them from the ancients exist for a reason. Wen Ruohan no doubt believed himself to be strong enough as well, in the beginning. Lan Wangji cannot watch Wei Ying fall to this. He will not. Wei Ying must see something of his insistence, a long sigh escaping. “Lan Zhan, are you not tired of fighting?” Yes. Yes. Lan Wangji is tired of fighting. Tired of death. Tired of endlessly reaching for Wei Ying only to once again be met with the solid wall of his indifference, if not the sharp slice of his disdain. Lan Wangji grows tired of thinking he might somehow finally find the right words when he never has been able to before. “Can’t you just let me be?” Wei Ying says.
