( They do not hunger for death: Emilia raises her untouched hand, some irrational attempt at appeasement, and Opal shrinks away from it. Not one to push past such a boundary, she swallows roughly and turns to follow Lan Wangji, focusing on what she can use to represent the elements beside water.
She doesn't have a candle at hand, and then chastises herself for that thought. You can summon fire, a reminder, one that stings. They didn't tell her that, did they? No, they made her fear it, fear the pyres as they made her fear the Wicked. Raised her to know nothing else, to believe nothing else. )
What do you need from me?
( Lan Wangji has suggested ablution before. Has been at work with spirits in her presence before, though not quite like this.
Not with her as the death-touched thing, the dark water having attempted to fill her shape. )
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She doesn't have a candle at hand, and then chastises herself for that thought. You can summon fire, a reminder, one that stings. They didn't tell her that, did they? No, they made her fear it, fear the pyres as they made her fear the Wicked. Raised her to know nothing else, to believe nothing else. )
What do you need from me?
( Lan Wangji has suggested ablution before. Has been at work with spirits in her presence before, though not quite like this.
Not with her as the death-touched thing, the dark water having attempted to fill her shape. )