Wei Wuxian, 100% Done With The Lan Clans Pointless Self-restraint

Wei Wuxian, 100% done with the Lan Clan’s pointless self-restraint

what if Thor’s hair looked like this tho (x)

Journey To Banora

Buster woke from an uneasy sleep, the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby drapes in their small room at the local in in Kalm. Letting out a heavy, Buster ran his hand across his face as he laid in the bed, a dull pain radiating in his right knee. The pain had seeped into his dreams, twisting them even more than they already were. He dreamed about the final battle he fought maybe just two days before against his best friend and love Masamune.

Clack! Ting! Clack! Ting! Clack!

Each strike of Masa’s was to the point and keenly focused on a single point. As a blade, Buster wasn’t exactly fast but what he lacked in speed he made up in bruit force and strength. Only he could be consider Masamune’s equal. However, what Masa lacked in strength he made up in speed and agility, making him Buster’s equal if he was left unchecked.

And now it showed. Each precise strike had left Buster chipped and wounded, about a quarter of the way down from his blade tip. In his human form, even though the shift of anatomy wasn’t exact, his translated to an angry looking wound on his knee. It was red, looking almost like a cut that sat under the skin, two small vein like marks spreading out from it.

He was not only chipped...he was cracking.

They were small, only hair line cracks, but those were the worse since they could spread out and multiply if not taken care of. This left an interesting yet very unconformable pain sensation. The blade had been hurt many times before in his human form; he could be stabbed through the chest, cut up and bleeding but a good rest in his sword form fixed him right up. And human pain wasn’t quite a big deal to him. But this...his was a wound on his true form, a wound that would not heal without skilled repair. This was a pain that went deep and he could not escape it. Also it was causing him to leak energy which, while insignificant now, would cause more trouble as time went on.

The sound of the water filling a tub snapped him out of his thoughts and he sat up. Masa wasn’t in his  bed so he must be bathing and getting ready. Buster had already cleaned himself up the night before so it wasn’t necessary for him to do it again (his hair wasn’t as long as Masa’s anyways). Shifting, he grimaced a little at how stiff his leg was when he moved, standing up and feeling only a little zing of pain when he stood. Bandaging it up and putting pressure on it would probably help...if they actually had a first aid kit. Anyways...he and Masa were travailing to Buster’s hometown of Banora to start a new life after the torn world, to hide from the chaos and everything else that was happening after Metorfall. But...now this meant they had to take a detour. There was not a Master Smith in Kalm and now he had a choice to make:

Go to Corel were there might be a Master Smith...

Or go to an area outside of Gongaga where he knew there was a Master Smith but the man might not be there.

And by the way this wound was setting in...they wouldn’t have enough time to check both places since each one was a bit out of their way.

That also meant that he would eventually have to tell Masa and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.

@argentumexitium

— Thor being extremely pretty, The Dark World (2013)

"HE INSULTED MY HEIGHT!"

"Well...what did you say to make him do that?" he asked honestly. "Though he was probably just teasing you a little. Being smaller has a lot of good benifit you know."{Forgive me I can't tag in the app on mobile it sucks}

Wei Wuxian: Everything is fine. I’ve got it under control.

Jiang Cheng: Is that why everything is on fire?