downswing: (indelible)
ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2021-09-18 12:15 pm (UTC)

[ Silence her footsteps. Turn her undetectable. Create a — his mind roils like spumed sea waters. Too much of strangeness. Too much of her. They go for a stick, as if all wood does not taste the same to flame's tongue, and when they encounter it, may she have her gain of it.

But then, her voice turns to sharpness, to angles, to thinness, the walls close in again, and he feels the pulse of reflected cold, percolating. Slow. Distant. ]


No. Only the echo of its passage as —

[ And then the walls howl, the pipeline quakes, and excuse Lan Wangji, sent scattered to hit the other end of the corridor, barely breaking his fall. Gracelessly, he rises on tender feet. ]

That... was the dragon.

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