Honestly if Lan Wangji has to hear the name March one more time, he might go right up to the rabbit and rip the damn thing's head off himself.
And - it didn't help that Wei Ying was the only one that March seemed to want to help, and that he was rude to just about everyone else. Made it seem like he knew, going down with Xichen, that there was a good probability that the talisman had belonged to Wei Ying.
Today only seemed to cement that idea, that for some reason, Mad March liked Wei Ying or really, really wanted him to think he did.
He looks his husband in the eyes and shakes his head. "No injuries." But he looks so... nervous, and worried, that Lan Wangji has to take a breath and ask: "Is it my appearance?"
His little antennae are floating as if on a gentle current, irises slowly sharpening into catlike ones as his sclera starts to form. His fingers, usually long and tapered, grow into claws as he accidentally lets slip his guard for a moment; there's something grotesque about him.
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And - it didn't help that Wei Ying was the only one that March seemed to want to help, and that he was rude to just about everyone else. Made it seem like he knew, going down with Xichen, that there was a good probability that the talisman had belonged to Wei Ying.
Today only seemed to cement that idea, that for some reason, Mad March liked Wei Ying or really, really wanted him to think he did.
He looks his husband in the eyes and shakes his head. "No injuries." But he looks so... nervous, and worried, that Lan Wangji has to take a breath and ask: "Is it my appearance?"
His little antennae are floating as if on a gentle current, irises slowly sharpening into catlike ones as his sclera starts to form. His fingers, usually long and tapered, grow into claws as he accidentally lets slip his guard for a moment; there's something grotesque about him.