[there is a long, strangely soft pause. Lan Wangji is still again for it, that strange statue-state that takes him almost beyond human, his brow creased in thought, or focus. he is terrified, here and now, he notes distantly somewhere. he fancies his heartbeat is past a rabbit's and akin to a hummingbird's, liable to burst from his chest if he is not careful. if he finally tries to tell this, and fails to say it right, he does not think he can remove the stop on his tongue a second time without magic, fairy or otherwise.]
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[there is a long, strangely soft pause. Lan Wangji is still again for it, that strange statue-state that takes him almost beyond human, his brow creased in thought, or focus. he is terrified, here and now, he notes distantly somewhere. he fancies his heartbeat is past a rabbit's and akin to a hummingbird's, liable to burst from his chest if he is not careful. if he finally tries to tell this, and fails to say it right, he does not think he can remove the stop on his tongue a second time without magic, fairy or otherwise.]
You asked after my mother, once.