[it’s startlingly easy to defer to jing yuan with the same amount of obedience dan heng could pull out of him, but even so, blade’s shoulders are frozen with tension, eyes tracking dan heng’s movements in a way that suggested hunger.]
I c’n leave. [he doesn’t actually move though, eerily still in jing yuan’s arms.]
no subject
I c’n leave. [he doesn’t actually move though, eerily still in jing yuan’s arms.]