White is purity. Mourning. Fortune. The colour of elders. Of rabbits. The moon.
( So many haphazard symbols, so little association. No one single connection seems to reunite all the victims. None old. None especially pure. No elders. Certainly, not fortunate enough to elude a young death. Not moon-born.
...and, to Lan Wangji's grimacing bad luck, not rabbits. His next exhalation wrenches something from his lungs, while he takes care to tread lightly in Bucky's exact footsteps. )
What sleeps at the other end of the caverns?
( Lakes, he has heard. Water. But absent detail, there seems to be something — fraught, fragile, missing. As if the Gut's bind reunite the four worlds of mines, magic, lakes and forges without real connection.
A heart, leading to dissimilar, independently serving limbs. Strange, to think of this castle as a body. )
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White is purity. Mourning. Fortune. The colour of elders. Of rabbits. The moon.
( So many haphazard symbols, so little association. No one single connection seems to reunite all the victims. None old. None especially pure. No elders. Certainly, not fortunate enough to elude a young death. Not moon-born.
...and, to Lan Wangji's grimacing bad luck, not rabbits. His next exhalation wrenches something from his lungs, while he takes care to tread lightly in Bucky's exact footsteps. )
What sleeps at the other end of the caverns?
( Lakes, he has heard. Water. But absent detail, there seems to be something — fraught, fragile, missing. As if the Gut's bind reunite the four worlds of mines, magic, lakes and forges without real connection.
A heart, leading to dissimilar, independently serving limbs. Strange, to think of this castle as a body. )