[ The wind clouds are as unforgiving as the frost breath of the wyrms.
For a moment, all is roaring white, whiter than his robes, and she fears she has lost sight of him. She searches, wild-eyed and chest taut, for this infuriating man that against all possible odds has become her friend, long after he was a mirror.
She is heedless of the bruising on her thighs and arms, the brutal result of hours spent pulling and climbing and diving. Nothing so aggressive as the aerial turn she gives once she makes out the faint shape of Lan Wangji... plummeting.
The sheer force of the acceleration makes it feel as though there is an impossible weight on her, and she uses her muscles to hold on like hell and counter it, to shift her center of mass. The side-to-side near spin almost leaves her dizzy, but she stays fast.
It's seconds, it's all seconds.
She thinks she has positioned herself just right that he may land on Opal, but she's ready to use her magic, knows he has his own, though he might not call it that. The wyrm, too, continues to descend, a combination of the desperate batting of its wings before it died and the violence of the winds careening it closer to ... to a building. A building that most assuredly isn't empty.
Has Lan Wangji settled in? Because Emilia is accelerating again — ! ]
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For a moment, all is roaring white, whiter than his robes, and she fears she has lost sight of him. She searches, wild-eyed and chest taut, for this infuriating man that against all possible odds has become her friend, long after he was a mirror.
She is heedless of the bruising on her thighs and arms, the brutal result of hours spent pulling and climbing and diving. Nothing so aggressive as the aerial turn she gives once she makes out the faint shape of Lan Wangji... plummeting.
The sheer force of the acceleration makes it feel as though there is an impossible weight on her, and she uses her muscles to hold on like hell and counter it, to shift her center of mass. The side-to-side near spin almost leaves her dizzy, but she stays fast.
It's seconds, it's all seconds.
She thinks she has positioned herself just right that he may land on Opal, but she's ready to use her magic, knows he has his own, though he might not call it that. The wyrm, too, continues to descend, a combination of the desperate batting of its wings before it died and the violence of the winds careening it closer to ... to a building. A building that most assuredly isn't empty.
Has Lan Wangji settled in? Because Emilia is accelerating again — ! ]