Lan Wangji hasn't been sleeping terribly well, since all of this began, but this--this is new. Dreamwalking isn't an ability Lan Wangji possesses, and he's only tipped off by the fact that he would never visit Umite this late. Not alone.
Even then, it's hard to concentrate on gauging... whatever this is, when there's so much bloodshed to distract him. He's not armed (well, not counting his horns, and his natural strength), so he walks slowly, carefully studying each and every one of their faces. Even if this isn't real, they deserve to be known.
The sight of his sister has him freezing in his tracks. Even with the suspicion that this is a dream, it's difficult not to immediately run to her--if he hadn't heard the cries of someone very much alive, he likely would've.
He doesn't tear his eyes away from Shinobu's body until he must. His nails dig into his palms as he approaches, and he has to take a steadying breath, but the pain grounds him enough to realize he recognizes her.]
weeps
Lan Wangji hasn't been sleeping terribly well, since all of this began, but this--this is new. Dreamwalking isn't an ability Lan Wangji possesses, and he's only tipped off by the fact that he would never visit Umite this late. Not alone.
Even then, it's hard to concentrate on gauging... whatever this is, when there's so much bloodshed to distract him. He's not armed (well, not counting his horns, and his natural strength), so he walks slowly, carefully studying each and every one of their faces. Even if this isn't real, they deserve to be known.
The sight of his sister has him freezing in his tracks. Even with the suspicion that this is a dream, it's difficult not to immediately run to her--if he hadn't heard the cries of someone very much alive, he likely would've.
He doesn't tear his eyes away from Shinobu's body until he must. His nails dig into his palms as he approaches, and he has to take a steadying breath, but the pain grounds him enough to realize he recognizes her.]
Miss Beau?