[ against the bark, practically blended into it, sits the recipient of Dan Heng's message.
unsurprisingly, the message goes unanswered. Blade pushes himself off of the tree, one hand settled on his namesake, the other resting bandaged fingers against he smooth bark. his gaze fixates, unblinkingly, on Danheng, bright as though lit from within.
he waits, his face unreadable even in the face of his supposed old friend. there's a heaviness hanging in the air, a weight borne out of countless things left unsaid, and many more left undone.
what had he intended to lure Danheng out for? it almost feels as though he's anticipating something. some signal from the other, an admission, a reaction. something. ]
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unsurprisingly, the message goes unanswered. Blade pushes himself off of the tree, one hand settled on his namesake, the other resting bandaged fingers against he smooth bark. his gaze fixates, unblinkingly, on Danheng, bright as though lit from within.
he waits, his face unreadable even in the face of his supposed old friend. there's a heaviness hanging in the air, a weight borne out of countless things left unsaid, and many more left undone.
what had he intended to lure Danheng out for? it almost feels as though he's anticipating something. some signal from the other, an admission, a reaction. something. ]