[ dextera stops too, even though wangji is still going, only so that his footsteps no longer make sound. then he too listens, but nothing quite takes form until he takes a few steps forward after all.
it’s like he crosses an invisible border, and a whisper licks at the edges of his senses. shoulders tensing, he stops once more. ]
Ah…
[ a chill runs down his spine. he hears it, but surely it’s not the same thing that made them listen in the first place. ]
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it’s like he crosses an invisible border, and a whisper licks at the edges of his senses. shoulders tensing, he stops once more. ]
Ah…
[ a chill runs down his spine. he hears it, but surely it’s not the same thing that made them listen in the first place. ]