[ he definitely winces, this time, at that flicker - golden eyes drifting away from him, down to the ground, the muscle in his arm flexing and tensing.
... softly, again, though it's got a little more strength to it, lu bixing repeats himself. he's trying to summon it up, but its hard, in the face of everything. in the face of the way lin is looking at him, at how badly he wants to run away.
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... softly, again, though it's got a little more strength to it, lu bixing repeats himself. he's trying to summon it up, but its hard, in the face of everything. in the face of the way lin is looking at him, at how badly he wants to run away.
he tries, though. ] I know, Lin.