...pieces. ( He corrects, metallic at the edges of a voice strained, stymied by breaths ragged. Years in this cursed land have taught him this: a staggered heartbeat, a lessened cadence. Whispers and silence and the gentle sketch of movements, as if the hand that draws is sickly and trembled.
If discretion is a matter of virtue, then Lan Wangji, peering over the empire of deadened things, is a man unflawed. They seem restful, if somehow lively, for all the ungainly pallor that gnaws at their faces and the ripping and tears of their flesh in pockets and folds. There is a weariness to their bodies, a settling in of decay. Like boots worn in past the point where recovery can hope to remain flexible.
These waves, in ebb and tide, of corpses beneath the waters are dead — but do not linger so. Slowly, seeping, creeping, the fingers of one rich far too close to breaking water, drumming along and birthing spumes and slow, tender rippling. Lan Wangji, blade hovered past the spot, never touching the waters, only murmurs from Caitlyn's right: )
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...pieces. ( He corrects, metallic at the edges of a voice strained, stymied by breaths ragged. Years in this cursed land have taught him this: a staggered heartbeat, a lessened cadence. Whispers and silence and the gentle sketch of movements, as if the hand that draws is sickly and trembled.
If discretion is a matter of virtue, then Lan Wangji, peering over the empire of deadened things, is a man unflawed. They seem restful, if somehow lively, for all the ungainly pallor that gnaws at their faces and the ripping and tears of their flesh in pockets and folds. There is a weariness to their bodies, a settling in of decay. Like boots worn in past the point where recovery can hope to remain flexible.
These waves, in ebb and tide, of corpses beneath the waters are dead — but do not linger so. Slowly, seeping, creeping, the fingers of one rich far too close to breaking water, drumming along and birthing spumes and slow, tender rippling. Lan Wangji, blade hovered past the spot, never touching the waters, only murmurs from Caitlyn's right: )
Caution.