THAT'S NOT GOOD. None of this is good, even if the themes are strikingly familiar. There are a lot of ties between demons and humans in nightmares. Thematic repetitions. Loss of lives, loss of loved ones. Tragedies veering wildly out of control. Being a passenger in a slow-moving wreck, seeing it coming but being unable to stop it. Fire. Destruction. Faceless mobs, angry people coming together in groups to chant and capture and hurt and destroy.
Hua Cheng was right when he said people can be smart on their own, but are stupid when together.
There's not as much hesitation as there probably should be - probably would be from anyone else - as he steps across the streets of Umite. He darts through the blank faces with their slashed throats, he pays no mind to the blood that gets on him. With the way these dreams are going, he feels like he doesn't need a closer look to see what - who - Hua Cheng has cradled so carefully.]
Will you come with me? [A soft question. In reality, it would be drowned out by the angry cries of the faceless people around them. Here, it rings through clearly.] You shouldn't stay here.
me: grenade launcher thread! also me: not finishing this tag for 20 years
[ Realistically - logically - Hua Cheng knows. He knows himself, and he knows people, to a degree that is both laughable and painful at times. A part of himself knows that this isn't real, because if it were, these people wouldn't still be walking around. This city wouldn't even have a whisper of life left to it. There wouldn't be the telltale curses thrown at him that he remembers from his childhood. Hell, even Wei Wuxian wouldn't be there.
But logic is always fleeting in dreams, even when you're cognizant of the fact it's probably a dream. Such things are buried under the worst thoughts you could imagine, and the ones that you can't.
Loss, tragedy, destruction. The themes are there, and they're known. Hua Cheng scoffs at them in the real world, but it's because they exist here, in memories and nightmares kept in his recall.
Wei Wuxian moves, and the people don't pay him any mind. That dark eye follows him, though, the human intellect behind a monstrous facade still apparent. The hostility is still there, but the disinterest fades when Wei Wuxian's voice breaks through the cacophony of voices, ears swiveling towards him. Something seems to stir recognition in him, refocusing, because even in the worst of dreams... ]
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THAT'S NOT GOOD. None of this is good, even if the themes are strikingly familiar. There are a lot of ties between demons and humans in nightmares. Thematic repetitions. Loss of lives, loss of loved ones. Tragedies veering wildly out of control. Being a passenger in a slow-moving wreck, seeing it coming but being unable to stop it. Fire. Destruction. Faceless mobs, angry people coming together in groups to chant and capture and hurt and destroy.
Hua Cheng was right when he said people can be smart on their own, but are stupid when together.
There's not as much hesitation as there probably should be - probably would be from anyone else - as he steps across the streets of Umite. He darts through the blank faces with their slashed throats, he pays no mind to the blood that gets on him. With the way these dreams are going, he feels like he doesn't need a closer look to see what - who - Hua Cheng has cradled so carefully.]
Will you come with me? [A soft question. In reality, it would be drowned out by the angry cries of the faceless people around them. Here, it rings through clearly.] You shouldn't stay here.
me: grenade launcher thread! also me: not finishing this tag for 20 years
But logic is always fleeting in dreams, even when you're cognizant of the fact it's probably a dream. Such things are buried under the worst thoughts you could imagine, and the ones that you can't.
Loss, tragedy, destruction. The themes are there, and they're known. Hua Cheng scoffs at them in the real world, but it's because they exist here, in memories and nightmares kept in his recall.
Wei Wuxian moves, and the people don't pay him any mind. That dark eye follows him, though, the human intellect behind a monstrous facade still apparent. The hostility is still there, but the disinterest fades when Wei Wuxian's voice breaks through the cacophony of voices, ears swiveling towards him. Something seems to stir recognition in him, refocusing, because even in the worst of dreams... ]
You shouldn't be here.
[ ... Wei Wuxian is Wei Wuxian is Wei Wuxian. ]