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vestigenet2021-02-13 09:57 pm
calmness) wrote in vestigenet2021-02-13 09:57 pm
video | un: clouded.judgement
[The video starts with a shot of the snow covered ground, foliage overgrown but peaking out from under the white powder and very much of a hoppy nature. The person holding the camera is walking through it, lower half clad in pale blue and white robes embroidered with cloud patterns.
The camera spins, catching a glance of the run down farmhouse before settling on the man holding the smartphone. For someone with sticks and snow stuck in their hair, he still manages to look put together and the forehead ribbon he's wearing is not out of place and while there's a crease in his brows there's also an upward turn to his lips. Unfortunately for the protagonist of this story, he also really has no idea what the phone he's holding is or that he's recording and will soon be blasting a video out to the whole of the network.
Fortunately for him, the tumble he took earlier is not recorded. At least it hasn't started snowing. What luck.]
For a nightmare, this feels horribly tame... [There's no rain or snow suddenly falling but Lan Xichen is. The camera broadcasts the video, flies into the air, and then cuts out with the blue clad protagonist of this tale sitting in a lotus pose in a pile of snow. No scream and he nailed the landing, but is definitely worse for wear.]
The camera spins, catching a glance of the run down farmhouse before settling on the man holding the smartphone. For someone with sticks and snow stuck in their hair, he still manages to look put together and the forehead ribbon he's wearing is not out of place and while there's a crease in his brows there's also an upward turn to his lips. Unfortunately for the protagonist of this story, he also really has no idea what the phone he's holding is or that he's recording and will soon be blasting a video out to the whole of the network.
Fortunately for him, the tumble he took earlier is not recorded. At least it hasn't started snowing. What luck.]
For a nightmare, this feels horribly tame... [There's no rain or snow suddenly falling but Lan Xichen is. The camera broadcasts the video, flies into the air, and then cuts out with the blue clad protagonist of this tale sitting in a lotus pose in a pile of snow. No scream and he nailed the landing, but is definitely worse for wear.]
no subject
his own expression is slightly more steeled once the camera faces xichen again, but there's still an ever-present concerned crease between his brows. thank goodness, yes, he isn't doing that or else sizhui might've had to actually question him then.
gently, though a call-out, nevertheless.]
I know he will. [it's hanguang-jun searching for his brother, he'll find him without a doubt— oh. instinctively, he reaches and covers his mouth, stifling the small smile attempting to come across his face. he shouldn't, he knows this, yet can barely help it despite the severity of the situation.] Yes, you are. Wherever Hanguang-jun takes you will have someplace you'll be able to clean up and we can gather new clothes from the store.