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ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 ([personal profile] downswing) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2021-09-25 01:56 pm (UTC)

[ And can Lan Wangji achieve this?

His eyes strain, slanted, feline-like — a curious, cautious study of the skin-thin tube tempts him into an easy acknowledgement. He knows nothing of the true costs of this exertion, less of Bichen's feats against strong-standing wall. She is steel, for all the qi sorcery that borrows from the root of his life's energy to shield and strengthen itself like swathes of gossamer around her flickered light.

In a larger space, the guqin would triumph. Here, with incipient claustrophobia tightening the dim, dank tunnel, vibration would cripple the cracked thin stone plates beneath their feet and collapse the ceiling. ]


We have a third alternative. [ But his voice staggers, thin. Third, and little loved. Still, he produces the parchment, blanched and routinely folded, barely a quarter of a page's strip. ] A minor explosion.

[ With the volatile risk to their welfare, the infrastructure and to rousing the creature that watches the tower outside. ]

If we make this choice.

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