( she's firm to hold him, a tight grip that refuses to be broken, although it's possessive mainly for anyone eyeing them as they walk by, wen qing's glare made of daggers she sends out freely. that said, when jiang cheng tugs her off, she meets him with ... some kind of awestruck look, sandwiched somewhere in between adoration and complete anguish.
if he asked her why she went down this line of questioning, she'd say it was to measure his opinion on her brother, who sometimes feels more a part of her than herself. but — there's a more selfish reason, if wen qing feels like being honest with herself, opening a door where behind sits all the emotions she never lets herself feel, all of them stolen from to her family name.
all she really wanted was to hear him say, i didn't want you to die. regardless of what the sects demanded, regardless of the role he played in her execution. if she knew someone would mourn her, someone beyond wei wuxian, it would've been enough.
instead, she has this. a sect leader on his knees, looking more passionate than wen qing has ever seen him. he can get red in the face from yelling at wei wuxian at times, but she's never seen him channel all that tense, fighting energy into ... well. into what makes a good sect leader. denying the story and writing his own. demanding change. wen qing lifts her hands up gently, palms flat on his cheeks, thumbing away the streaks of his tears. )
If —
If you don't like the path you're set on, ( she says it slowly, careful of her words, drawing her knuckle across the corner of his eye, soothing him. ) then we'll change it. Together. I swear this to you.
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if he asked her why she went down this line of questioning, she'd say it was to measure his opinion on her brother, who sometimes feels more a part of her than herself. but — there's a more selfish reason, if wen qing feels like being honest with herself, opening a door where behind sits all the emotions she never lets herself feel, all of them stolen from to her family name.
all she really wanted was to hear him say, i didn't want you to die. regardless of what the sects demanded, regardless of the role he played in her execution. if she knew someone would mourn her, someone beyond wei wuxian, it would've been enough.
instead, she has this. a sect leader on his knees, looking more passionate than wen qing has ever seen him. he can get red in the face from yelling at wei wuxian at times, but she's never seen him channel all that tense, fighting energy into ... well. into what makes a good sect leader. denying the story and writing his own. demanding change. wen qing lifts her hands up gently, palms flat on his cheeks, thumbing away the streaks of his tears. )
If —
If you don't like the path you're set on, ( she says it slowly, careful of her words, drawing her knuckle across the corner of his eye, soothing him. ) then we'll change it. Together. I swear this to you.