The downsides to not having come after Five carrying along his supplies. As usual, make do, and make it work.
Permission eventually granted, Wei Wuxian nods, bridging the distance. Blood doesn't flow as readily as ink or cinnabar, his fingers have no smooth finish to them the way of any brush, but the ragged, powerful lines of his making carry their own blunt beauty even like this.
The work is quick, his expression set the whole time, his pendant back around his neck and casting light by which he works. Done, he steps back, surveying the whole before he nods, once.
"Done. This way."
He turns, sticking his finger back in his mouth to lick it clean, then dries it on his sleeve as he strides toward the darker cavern of the tunnel out, ready to make his best guesses getting them back out, as long as Five's own talents remain out of touch.
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Permission eventually granted, Wei Wuxian nods, bridging the distance. Blood doesn't flow as readily as ink or cinnabar, his fingers have no smooth finish to them the way of any brush, but the ragged, powerful lines of his making carry their own blunt beauty even like this.
The work is quick, his expression set the whole time, his pendant back around his neck and casting light by which he works. Done, he steps back, surveying the whole before he nods, once.
"Done. This way."
He turns, sticking his finger back in his mouth to lick it clean, then dries it on his sleeve as he strides toward the darker cavern of the tunnel out, ready to make his best guesses getting them back out, as long as Five's own talents remain out of touch.