( somewhere during his speaking she turns one hand over, laying it flat on his chest, over the war drum beat of his heart. passion, or just nerves? jiang cheng can only be so sweet to her at one time — any more than that and she thinks her heart will burst from a superfluous emotion she never had enough of in her youth, never built a tolerance for things like goodness, or kindness, or handsome men with their hearts on their sleeve.
looking at her hand, the position just over his heart, it strikes her just how easy it is to fall headfirst into all this. have a companion, have a friend, someone to rely on. someone she can figure this whole soft thing out with, someone to love her even when she fails. )
Words are easy.
( she says this, before leaning forward purposely slow, moving in to press a lingering, gentle kiss on his cheek. )
Actions are harder, Sect Leader. Are you being sincere?
( he'll note, she doesn't lean out of his space just yet, instead looking at him rather expectantly, a breath still kept between them. )
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looking at her hand, the position just over his heart, it strikes her just how easy it is to fall headfirst into all this. have a companion, have a friend, someone to rely on. someone she can figure this whole soft thing out with, someone to love her even when she fails. )
Words are easy.
( she says this, before leaning forward purposely slow, moving in to press a lingering, gentle kiss on his cheek. )
Actions are harder, Sect Leader. Are you being sincere?
( he'll note, she doesn't lean out of his space just yet, instead looking at him rather expectantly, a breath still kept between them. )