Jin Zixun has managed to talk himself into getting a patented Lan Wangji Death Glare™. Very coveted. Note the Absolute Hate in his Eyes. The Subtle Lip Curl. This Look could kill a man at twenty paces. 3/10

When Lan Wangji stops merely Glaring at you and starts Actively Sassing you, you know you have Well and Truly Messed Up. 4/10

He’s in mixed company so his reaction to his Plan Being Successful is pretty low-key. But those Slightly Widened Eyes convey so much Surprise and Hope. I’m sure that won’t ever be horribly dashed! 6/10

Lan Wangji anticipates the Extremely Obvious Outcome. 3/10

Lan Wangji can’t even enjoy his Great Triumph like he Deserves. He is Surrounded on All Sides by Jins, exactly One of whom he Kind Of Doesn’t Hate. 5/10

miqojak:

Cold Comfort

Justice

is footprints cracking in the snow

Justice

is licking bloodied fangs clean

Justice

can only bebut visceral -

hungry, determined, and mean.

I wonder, and I seethe. The fury keeps me warm - She keeps me warm - but I wonder.Will it feel any better for him? For my Wolf. When he stands in the snow, overlooking the corpses of the men who took everything from him, one day - the people who carved himout - will it feel any better?

You’re certainly no less hollow.

You have, perhaps, less to hold onto, than before.

Before, you had the fury. The goal. The pursuit. Hunger.

Now… it’s just the howling wind, and the fury whose fire is all that’s left in the hollow places. Resentment and anger, where soft, feathered things once dwelt.

Like this place - where the intensity of the cold freezes a body so swiftly that there is no hope of recovery. A vast, frozen wasteland painted in final moments of horror and pain… forever icebound, and on display.

A graveyard in which the dead scream at you silently.

They will never know peace.

Sure, they deserved it… but it doesn’t bring back those they slaughtered in kind. I, too, carry frozen moments in time within me. Moments of horror, and agony. Humiliation, and loss. An entire family. A culture.

Lost.All of it lost - when I die, it will all be gone, becauseIwill never have children. Nor a… legacy of any sort.

There is some bitter joy in that, at least, the Garleans now know a cultural extinction as well. They, too, knew the taste of hopelessness and terror that they inflicted on so very much of this star. Not just to me, no. I fought for my family and lost… like so very many others.

I don’t often care about others, anymore… but I hope we all have less nightmares, now.

Cold Comfort

Justice

is footprints cracking in the snow

Justice

is licking bloodied fangs clean

Justice

can only bebut visceral -

hungry, determined, and mean.

I wonder, and I seethe. The fury keeps me warm - She keeps me warm - but I wonder.Will it feel any better for him? For my Wolf. When he stands in the snow, overlooking the corpses of the men who took everything from him, one day - the people who carved himout - will it feel any better?

You’re certainly no less hollow.

You have, perhaps, less to hold onto, than before.

Before, you had the fury. The goal. The pursuit. Hunger.

Now… it’s just the howling wind, and the fury whose fire is all that’s left in the hollow places. Resentment and anger, where soft, feathered things once dwelt.

Like this place - where the intensity of the cold freezes a body so swiftly that there is no hope of recovery. A vast, frozen wasteland painted in final moments of horror and pain… forever icebound, and on display.

A graveyard in which the dead scream at you silently.

They will never know peace.

Sure, they deserved it… but it doesn’t bring back those they slaughtered in kind. I, too, carry frozen moments in time within me. Moments of horror, and agony. Humiliation, and loss. An entire family. A culture.

Lost.All of it lost - when I die, it will all be gone, becauseIwill never have children. Nor a… legacy of any sort.

There is some bitter joy in that, at least, the Garleans now know a cultural extinction as well. They, too, knew the taste of hopelessness and terror that they inflicted on so very much of this star. Not just to me, no. I fought for my family and lost… like so very many others.

I don’t often care about others, anymore… but I hope we all have less nightmares, now.

miqojak:

Cold Comfort

Justice

is footprints cracking in the snow

Justice

is licking bloodied fangs clean

Justice

can only bebut visceral -

hungry, determined, and mean.

I wonder, and I seethe. The fury keeps me warm - She keeps me warm - but I wonder.Will it feel any better for him? For my Wolf. When he stands in the snow, overlooking the corpses of the men who took everything from him, one day - the people who carved himout - will it feel any better?

You’re certainly no less hollow.

You have, perhaps, less to hold onto, than before.

Before, you had the fury. The goal. The pursuit. Hunger.

Now… it’s just the howling wind, and the fury whose fire is all that’s left in the hollow places. Resentment and anger, where soft, feathered things once dwelt.

Like this place - where the intensity of the cold freezes a body so swiftly that there is no hope of recovery. A vast, frozen wasteland painted in final moments of horror and pain… forever icebound, and on display.

A graveyard in which the dead scream at you silently.

They will never know peace.

Sure, they deserved it… but it doesn’t bring back those they slaughtered in kind. I, too, carry frozen moments in time within me. Moments of horror, and agony. Humiliation, and loss. An entire family. A culture.

Lost.All of it lost - when I die, it will all be gone, becauseIwill never have children. Nor a… legacy of any sort.

There is some bitter joy in that, at least, the Garleans now know a cultural extinction as well. They, too, knew the taste of hopelessness and terror that they inflicted on so very much of this star. Not just to me, no. I fought for my family and lost… like so very many others.

I don’t often care about others, anymore… but I hope we all have less nightmares, now.