Krennic contemplates the dizzying array of interplanetary sexual diversity. Galen is mortified.
Crash needs Ginger. Ginger wants Crash.
Fowler and Bennett lock horns, again.
“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”
Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping…
“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”
Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping City. Then, Jiang Wanyin comes to visit—breaking the fragile peace he has been building, but offering, perhaps, a better healing.
He'll have her, but he won't keep her long.
If you can't stand the heat, get Primo out of your kitchen.
This, Sui Zhou knows: the grief that whets a body so keen that it draws blood in the handling.
Caesar and Brutus pursue a little light Jupiter-and-Ganymede roleplay in these trying times.
"But yes. The subject to hand, as it were."
Victor's maybe a little obsessed.
Laszlo's intellectual curiosity must be satisfied. Now, if only he could set aside rational thought...