[blade snarls like a wild animal, but jing yuan’s weight and grip holds him fast, some subconscious part of his mind registering that no, blade shouldn’t hurt him. luckily for everyone involved, at this angle, he can’t see dan heng.
he bucks up. he’s bitten his tongue in a bid for lucidity. what the fuck were the other two men doing.]
no subject
he bucks up. he’s bitten his tongue in a bid for lucidity. what the fuck were the other two men doing.]
- Yuan. Kill me-