Wei Wuxian (
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2020-09-16 12:05 am (UTC)
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He kneels before the chest. From behind the screen: a creak as he opens the lid, a soft rustle of fabric as he rummages through it.
And then, a long silence.
(Behind the screen, he presses his palm to the ruined robes. One sleeve is a dark rust-red to the elbow with blood -- his and Lan Zhan's both.)
"I don't know why I kept these," he whispers aloud.
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And then, a long silence.
(Behind the screen, he presses his palm to the ruined robes. One sleeve is a dark rust-red to the elbow with blood -- his and Lan Zhan's both.)
"I don't know why I kept these," he whispers aloud.