[The sight of blade and no one else, especially not anyone from the Astral Express, in this hidden away space is both relieving and somehow... fitting. It's strange, he's never been here, but... it feels right that Blade is here, somehow.
Less so is the heaviness in the air, the pressure of things unsaid, of countless sins.
Dan Heng is not a talkative man by far, but even he finds the silence to heavy to bear. After a moment...]
...This place... It's... Important, isn't it?
[Cloud Piercer is held in a lax grip at his side. If Blade comes at him he'll be ready, but this isn't the man's usual M.O.]
[ the answer should be clear by the fact that there is none, at least not from Blade himself.
perhaps in some distant memory Danheng might recall it; recall how they had bonded over drinks, the moon reflected in their cups. if not the memory, then the feeling, the nostalgia and the contentment that came with the company of a friend.
though perhaps Blade was the only one who remembered.
the sword sheathed at his hip makes a soft shiiiing as it's drawn. his fingers curl loosely around the grip, but there's no ease in his stance which is stiff, perfectly ready for engagement.
and yet Blade does not move to do so just yet. he just turns, his gaze turned to the sky, drinking in the light as he had drunk from his cups so very long ago. ]
[Something in him loathes the idea of spilling blade's blood here, aches at the thought. The sound of that sword being drawn almost makes him wince, and he bites back the don't that nearly escapes his lips.
Memories of who he once was are vague and hard to decipher, much in the way dreams tend to be, lifetimes lost in the fog of sleep. But feelings? Impressions? He had so many he could never place the meaning of like worn down etchings in stone, indecipherable. And this place...]
...It feels like... a place of peace. Contentment.
[There's no hiding the ache in his voice. A wistful sadness, a longing. Such places are so painfully rare, for Dan Heng.
This place of memories didn't belong to him, but a part of him wishes it did.]
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Less so is the heaviness in the air, the pressure of things unsaid, of countless sins.
Dan Heng is not a talkative man by far, but even he finds the silence to heavy to bear. After a moment...]
...This place... It's... Important, isn't it?
[Cloud Piercer is held in a lax grip at his side. If Blade comes at him he'll be ready, but this isn't the man's usual M.O.]
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perhaps in some distant memory Danheng might recall it; recall how they had bonded over drinks, the moon reflected in their cups. if not the memory, then the feeling, the nostalgia and the contentment that came with the company of a friend.
though perhaps Blade was the only one who remembered.
the sword sheathed at his hip makes a soft shiiiing as it's drawn. his fingers curl loosely around the grip, but there's no ease in his stance which is stiff, perfectly ready for engagement.
and yet Blade does not move to do so just yet. he just turns, his gaze turned to the sky, drinking in the light as he had drunk from his cups so very long ago. ]
Once, it was. Perhaps now, not anymore.
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Memories of who he once was are vague and hard to decipher, much in the way dreams tend to be, lifetimes lost in the fog of sleep. But feelings? Impressions? He had so many he could never place the meaning of like worn down etchings in stone, indecipherable. And this place...]
...It feels like... a place of peace. Contentment.
[There's no hiding the ache in his voice. A wistful sadness, a longing. Such places are so painfully rare, for Dan Heng.
This place of memories didn't belong to him, but a part of him wishes it did.]
...I don't want to fight you. Not here.