[ lan wangji has no familiarity among faces here. there are none who look as though his brother, as though his son. there are none who look quite like his uncle, stern and upright and to the letter ruled. there are none who remind him of what little he still holds of his mother, what little more he holds of his father. it is only that aspects come, here and there. in the downward sweep of eyes, in the wrinkle of noses, in the twist and curvature of lips— yes, that is all lan wangji may find. shades of comparison, but none can replace them.
he listens to what abel tells him, attentive. the impression is there that he is always aware, it is just a matter of whether or not he is listening. but, he listening to abel. and he is listening to the crowd, as they rile and cheer. ]
For this, [ he says— clarifies. he won't force his feelings, in any capacity, upon anyone else. he's too polite. his mouth dips a touch at the corner, a frown more for thought than anything else. one could say it's a stubbornness. he is of the same belief, in a way. his name wangji means above earthly concerns. but, he is a man and a man who is tethered by love. ] None can.
[ no one can take on everything, but he'll try to help as many as he can with causes both good and just. that is what he is known for. and, so too, is he known for shouldering willingly the responsibility in part for incidents within his past that were not his. ]
Mn, [ he hums, after a moment. it is not for uncertainty or even for pause. it is only consideration for the dance the crowd takes on now and the understanding of this statement in his own way. face is important for him and his countrymen. to be embarrassed publicly would make many never wish to turn outward toward society again. ] Would you with another?
[ once you have watched, is the implication. he isn't offering, but it is a curiosity. he suspects that many would in this group of theirs, should they have accompaniment. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
he listens to what abel tells him, attentive. the impression is there that he is always aware, it is just a matter of whether or not he is listening. but, he listening to abel. and he is listening to the crowd, as they rile and cheer. ]
For this, [ he says— clarifies. he won't force his feelings, in any capacity, upon anyone else. he's too polite. his mouth dips a touch at the corner, a frown more for thought than anything else. one could say it's a stubbornness. he is of the same belief, in a way. his name wangji means above earthly concerns. but, he is a man and a man who is tethered by love. ] None can.
[ no one can take on everything, but he'll try to help as many as he can with causes both good and just. that is what he is known for. and, so too, is he known for shouldering willingly the responsibility in part for incidents within his past that were not his. ]
Mn, [ he hums, after a moment. it is not for uncertainty or even for pause. it is only consideration for the dance the crowd takes on now and the understanding of this statement in his own way. face is important for him and his countrymen. to be embarrassed publicly would make many never wish to turn outward toward society again. ] Would you with another?
[ once you have watched, is the implication. he isn't offering, but it is a curiosity. he suspects that many would in this group of theirs, should they have accompaniment. ]