[ Mannerless child! Who seems familiar - no, it's impossible. He's dreaming, certainly. He should be dead - but he must be dreaming. Perhaps Wei Wuxian had managed to...
No. He wrenches his attention back to the child, who knows what is happening. He...shouldn't be able to see quite so clearly, a part of him recognizes. Yet he can tell there's no color in the boy's face, as if he is seeing a ghost - the color, and the rather odd expression.
Zixuan barely holds back a scoff, eyes not quite rolling as he lifts his chin just a little, enough for effect. ]
Start making sense.
[ Because his budding thought can't possibly be right. ]
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Date: 2021-04-15 07:49 am (UTC)No. He wrenches his attention back to the child, who knows what is happening. He...shouldn't be able to see quite so clearly, a part of him recognizes. Yet he can tell there's no color in the boy's face, as if he is seeing a ghost - the color, and the rather odd expression.
Zixuan barely holds back a scoff, eyes not quite rolling as he lifts his chin just a little, enough for effect. ]
Start making sense.
[ Because his budding thought can't possibly be right. ]