When she was like this--when she was like this, her parents left the room. When she was like this--Crux sent the servants away and locked the doors. When she was like this--she hid in the laboratory so no one would see, least of all, Gideon. When she was like this--Lan Wangji played music.
Music.
She rises from her kneel and moves to her music machine, shuffling through discs with her thin, trembling hands. None of the music that has scoured her soul and shown her herself will help him. No tragedies.
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Date: 2020-09-18 11:29 pm (UTC)When she was like this--when she was like this, her parents left the room.
When she was like this--Crux sent the servants away and locked the doors.
When she was like this--she hid in the laboratory so no one would see, least of all, Gideon.
When she was like this--Lan Wangji played music.
Music.
She rises from her kneel and moves to her music machine, shuffling through discs with her thin, trembling hands. None of the music that has scoured her soul and shown her herself will help him. No tragedies.
Where is it? Where--
Here.
She sinks down to the ground, only the close-shorn top of her head visible over the bed, knees pulled up, and puts her hands over her face.