[ exit wounds. remember? all the same, he doesn't fight it, not when lu bixing moves towards him and begins to fuss his hands away. he lets his fingers fall to rest gently on lu bixing's forearm, to follow the slow motion of him as he removes each button.
eventually, they move, a hand sliding up to cup lu bixing's cheek gently. ]
I'm sorry, Bixing.
[ since when does jingheng apologize? fucking never. but lu bixing can make him kneel in a confessional in less than two seconds, saying penances because he cares. it's frightening. shutting his eyes. he's trying to remember the moment, the impact, but he was both there... and he wasn't. he felt further outside of his body than he'd ever been, than his time spent nearly brain dead, focusing on each dropped letter or apostrophe, cobbling together a lie to survive.
he blinks slowly and then just presses lips to his forehead. very softly. right there on the forehead. ]
You can hate me... [ fear.jpg ] I could understand.
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[ exit wounds. remember? all the same, he doesn't fight it, not when lu bixing moves towards him and begins to fuss his hands away. he lets his fingers fall to rest gently on lu bixing's forearm, to follow the slow motion of him as he removes each button.
eventually, they move, a hand sliding up to cup lu bixing's cheek gently. ]
I'm sorry, Bixing.
[ since when does jingheng apologize? fucking never. but lu bixing can make him kneel in a confessional in less than two seconds, saying penances because he cares. it's frightening. shutting his eyes. he's trying to remember the moment, the impact, but he was both there... and he wasn't. he felt further outside of his body than he'd ever been, than his time spent nearly brain dead, focusing on each dropped letter or apostrophe, cobbling together a lie to survive.
he blinks slowly and then just presses lips to his forehead. very softly. right there on the forehead. ]
You can hate me... [ fear.jpg ] I could understand.