A small desert plate with a beautiful golden rim inches its way closer to Emilia, so that she may place two cannoli onto its center. She knows better now than to try and hand it to Lan Wangji herself.
The plate begins its trek toward the man in question.
She has seen all manner of wondrous things. Understands magic with how it lives in her bones. It isn't easy to faze her, the more she remembers of a bloody past once stolen. But animate dinnerware is admittedly a novelty, and she ponders it for a moment, ponders this curse and her own. Curious and wretched things.
"Do you have a favorite dessert, Lan Wangji?"
They've fought side by side more times than she cares to count now. Fought each other nearly as much. Always shuffled from one ill-fated location to the next, important tasks ever present. It would pain her, though, to leave this realm without truly knowing him. To forget him, having never asked.
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The plate begins its trek toward the man in question.
She has seen all manner of wondrous things. Understands magic with how it lives in her bones. It isn't easy to faze her, the more she remembers of a bloody past once stolen. But animate dinnerware is admittedly a novelty, and she ponders it for a moment, ponders this curse and her own. Curious and wretched things.
"Do you have a favorite dessert, Lan Wangji?"
They've fought side by side more times than she cares to count now. Fought each other nearly as much. Always shuffled from one ill-fated location to the next, important tasks ever present. It would pain her, though, to leave this realm without truly knowing him. To forget him, having never asked.