[ nothing would stop him, not even death. clasping hands, there one moment, pain the next, and now this, just this. he clings to him with honesty now, letting his own face drift towards lu bixing's palm a moment to allow himself the honor.
he holds that hand to his face a selfish moment longer. ]
I... made a promise to you.
[ he focuses then on the little tug of lu bixing's mouth, and his own thumb slides up to hold his jaw, to stroke a little against that twitch. ]
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[ nothing would stop him, not even death. clasping hands, there one moment, pain the next, and now this, just this. he clings to him with honesty now, letting his own face drift towards lu bixing's palm a moment to allow himself the honor.
he holds that hand to his face a selfish moment longer. ]
I... made a promise to you.
[ he focuses then on the little tug of lu bixing's mouth, and his own thumb slides up to hold his jaw, to stroke a little against that twitch. ]
Bixing.