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ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ | 蓝忘机 (
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2023-04-02 09:55 am (UTC)
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( It is — of health. The body, the soul. The
heart
, fissured and divided, cracked parts brittle in Lan Wangji's hands. Sand, debris. Ashes.
He clings to the corpse, draws her close. No, closer. So small now, she could fit in his person, he could her, a shield. Consume her. )
Dead. She is dead.
( Is this not obvious? Plain? He need not meet her gaze. )
I beg, excuse me.
( A man must retreat. )
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He clings to the corpse, draws her close. No, closer. So small now, she could fit in his person, he could her, a shield. Consume her. )
Dead. She is dead. ( Is this not obvious? Plain? He need not meet her gaze. ) I beg, excuse me.
( A man must retreat. )