[ That press of lips to his skin sears, brands him as surely as any Wen sect magic. He submits himself to its spell willingly, lets it scorch the cowardice, the complacency from his glass heart. This time her words pierce, they strike him at his core, her precision as immaculate as it's ever been.
For what feels like the first time, he does not falter, does not flinch, does not hesitate to do what feels impossible in his heart.
He is terrified, and he lets that fear grant him wings. ]
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For what feels like the first time, he does not falter, does not flinch, does not hesitate to do what feels impossible in his heart.
He is terrified, and he lets that fear grant him wings. ]
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