[ STING ] Your muse says something to mine that strikes a nerve.
There was nothing beautiful about suffering in silence. He knew that Wangji did just that and not just with him, with everyone with the world. His talk with the First Jade of Gusu had been terribly enlightening and had caused his own heart to beat harder to ache and to feel an unending sorrow. How could he feel so strongly for someone--the last person that had achieved this had been his sister and she was the only one that could make her hurts his own. It pained him, what had happened ? When had this gone from simply I want to spend time with you because your beautiful and I enjoy your company to--if you ache I ache, if you hurt I hurt.
He had that sneaking suspicion that it was something more than just two soulmates. How can you not love your soulmate ? How could Lan Zhan do all those things, for the memory of a ghost. The memory of someone who had forced him to let go of his hand. He had been terrified that his brother would have driven the sword into the rock and continued until Lan Zhan joined him in his ill fate. While he could deal with his own death, in fact, he had already accepted it a long time ago. He could not allow this beautiful, bright light, a force unto himself to fall with him.
Now he learned that he was hidden away, like the rare gem that he was known to be called. It UPSET him in a way. He wasn't sure he could be upset. "Wengji." he began as he looked around before closing the sliding doors behind him. Normally the face he gave to the man was smiling and warm. At the moment there was more of a mask, than the cat one Mo had worn. "Tell me this." he said "Do you think we are going to follow the tragedy of your mother and father ?" his gray eyes held a glint and his lips were set in a fine line. @thesecondjade
