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Warp and weft by eatmyass
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
02 Aug 2024
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A while passes before Lan Qiren allows him to rise from his bow of repentance. The whorls in the wooden floor are his childhood friends, punishment upon punishment served in their company. They try their best to soothe the churning in his gut.
“You have been bestowed an honour like no other. You are the chosen disciple.” Lan Qiren retrieves something from behind his desk and passes it to him. Heavy and cold, Lan Wangji grips the object with both hands, and then startles when he sees that he has been handed a sword. A disciple is not permitted to wield weapons, even the tools they work with must always remain blunt and dull. And yet here he is holding a sword, heavy with spiritual power.
“The fate of the Cloud Recesses lies on your shoulders. Let the heavens down and eternal damnation shall await you.”
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The Cloud Recesses is a place of silence and virtue, of righteous victory and truth.
But something ancient and indestructible lurks just beyond these four noiseless marble walls. A force so evil it cannot be named. And it threatens to destroy everything Lan Wangji knows, everything he believes to be right and true.
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Warp and weft
eatmyass
Summary:
A while passes before Lan Qiren allows him to rise from his bow of repentance. The whorls in the wooden floor are his childhood friends, punishment upon punishment served in their company. They try their best to soothe the churning in his gut.“You have been bestowed an honour like no other. You are the chosen disciple.” Lan Qiren retrieves something from behind his desk and passes it to him. Heavy and cold, Lan Wangji grips the object with both hands, and then startles when he sees that he has been handed a sword. A disciple is not permitted to wield weapons, even the tools they work with must always remain blunt and dull. And yet here he is holding a sword, heavy with spiritual power.
“The fate of the Cloud Recesses lies on your shoulders. Let the heavens down and eternal damnation shall await you.”
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The Cloud Recesses is a place of silence and virtue, of righteous victory and truth.
But something ancient and indestructible lurks just beyond these four noiseless marble walls. A force so evil it cannot be named. And it threatens to destroy everything Lan Wangji knows, everything he believes to be right and true.
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“If there was no way out and nothing to be done, then what need was there to enlighten me?” Their swords cross again and again, faster than the words leaving his mouth. “Why not leave me as I was, ignorant and content?”
Wei Wuxian gives him a look. “You were anything but content.”
They both know this to be true, but it only serves to irritate Lan Wangji further. “And what am I now?” he questions as Wei Wuxian drives him backwards down the pier with his sword. “My every waking moment is spent in torment, knowing there is nothing I can do to help either of us, to help anyone.”
Wei Wuxian blocks his next blow but doesn’t push it off, instead bringing himself right into Lan Wangji’s space with it, their swords crossed between them. “Would you like to forget?”
“What?” Lan Wangji stumbles over the threshold of the pavilion at the very end of the pier, far away from the shore.
“I could make you forget it all, the tower, the scriptures—”
“And you?” Lan Wangji asks, a strange sickening feeling rising in his stomach. “You would have me forget you?”
Wei Wuxian steps into the pavilion with him. His beautiful, dark eyes are coloured with sadness. “If… if that is what you would like.”
Lan Wangji strikes so viciously with his sword that for a split second he nearly, nearly overpowers Wei Wuxian. “You would not succeed.” He doesn't give Wei Wuxian the chance to retaliate before spinning around and striking again. “I would prise open my own mind, layer by layer with my bare hands, and find you again.” There is no lifetime in which he could forget Wei Wuxian.
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Lan Qiren stumbles back and tries to reach for the fallen weapons but Lan Wangji stops him in his tracks with his sword pointed across Lan Qiren’s neck. “Another step and I will forget the blood we share, Uncle,” he spits the man’s words back at him.
Lan Qiren stares at him with wide, fearful eyes. The lightning strikes viciously once more outside and suddenly all the banners, flags and talismans inside the hall go up in flames. Disciples gasp and tremble in fear and if Lan Qiren had looked fearful before, now his face is painted with terror as he looks over Lan Wangji’s shoulder, his body quivering like a leaf. Lan Wangji knows at once that this can only mean one thing; Wei Wuxian has risen.
Light footsteps resound through the hall as Wei Wuxian approaches. Lan Qiren scrambles away like a prey animal trying to escape the clamped jaw of its predator. Wei Wuxian slinks over to Lan Wangji and takes his extended arm, lifting his hand to his lips and kissing it so delicately, letting the back of Lan Wangji’s fingers trail over his own face. His eyes glow a burning, blood red, and tendrils of thick, black smoke emanate from his body. It feels like Lan Wangji’s heart has finally returned to its rightful place, deep within the warm cavity of his chest, nestled safely inside his ribcage. He is the most beautiful sight Lan Wangji has ever seen, will ever see.
“Is there a problem, my love?” he asks, still not letting go of Lan Wangji’s hand.
Before Lan Wangji can even think to answer, the altar behind them is consumed with fire, followed quickly by the offerings laid out around the hall for tomorrow’s feast. Lan Qiren and the teachers try to run, where to Lan Wangji has no idea and he does not get the chance to find out. For they are all lifted into the air like they weigh nothing at all, and thrown against the walls. There they remain pinned like insects, legs dangling, mouths screaming for help. Their screams are swiftly silenced and their weapons, whether on the floor or in their hands, disintegrate in a flash, falling to the ground as heaps of steaming ash.
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Hell on the CloudRecesses !