( Cold to the touch. Solid. It strikes him that he was foremost infatuated with the possibility of anchoring himself in this feeling, the certainty of something... real. The dice clink and chatter in his fist, as he rolls them, slow and careful.
He should ask a guess before a throw. Nods once instead, with purpose, gaze pointing Hua Cheng to where Lan Wangji's fist draws white-knuckled and taut-drawn over the dice. He waits until the number is spoken. )
Not here. ( It matters? In truth? Somehow, he doubts so. But then, ghost city. ) This is not your domain. You were not drawn through... similitude.
( There is no element of explicable logic at play, of familiarity. Better, if Hua Cheng is to linger, that he should discard that possibility here and now. )
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( Cold to the touch. Solid. It strikes him that he was foremost infatuated with the possibility of anchoring himself in this feeling, the certainty of something... real. The dice clink and chatter in his fist, as he rolls them, slow and careful.
He should ask a guess before a throw. Nods once instead, with purpose, gaze pointing Hua Cheng to where Lan Wangji's fist draws white-knuckled and taut-drawn over the dice. He waits until the number is spoken. )
Not here. ( It matters? In truth? Somehow, he doubts so. But then, ghost city. ) This is not your domain. You were not drawn through... similitude.
( There is no element of explicable logic at play, of familiarity. Better, if Hua Cheng is to linger, that he should discard that possibility here and now. )