There's darkness at the edges of Wen Ning's vision. For a brief moment he considers accepting Lan Xichen's offer. They could fight it out here - he's surely strong enough to take on whatever he could bring his way, with or without weapons. He wants to fight. He wants to break bones.
But the offer is also very similar to the one he'd given Jin Ling, and the memory of that breaks through the shadows of his anger in a painful flash. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, unnerved by the comparison. The pause allows him to hear the unusual beat of his heart in his ears, feel the furious intake and exhalation of breath from his lungs. He's thrown off by the sensation. His anger falters.
The dark, seething mist around his body slowly dissipates into the air as he sits there and says nothing. His shoulders quiver with pent up emotions.
When it seems like he might be about to say something, to give Xichen an appropriate response to his offer, he instead tilts his head back and lets out a frustrated scream toward the ceiling. Only after he's done that does he curl in on himself, knees pulled up to his forehead.
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But the offer is also very similar to the one he'd given Jin Ling, and the memory of that breaks through the shadows of his anger in a painful flash. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, unnerved by the comparison. The pause allows him to hear the unusual beat of his heart in his ears, feel the furious intake and exhalation of breath from his lungs. He's thrown off by the sensation. His anger falters.
The dark, seething mist around his body slowly dissipates into the air as he sits there and says nothing. His shoulders quiver with pent up emotions.
When it seems like he might be about to say something, to give Xichen an appropriate response to his offer, he instead tilts his head back and lets out a frustrated scream toward the ceiling. Only after he's done that does he curl in on himself, knees pulled up to his forehead.