( they're just two people, chasing off the ghosts of a warring family's reputation. in the back of her mind, wen qing could worry about a hundred different things — like where the lines between reality and the virtual world cross, like what the implication of laying with a man is. but he kisses her like a wave crashing against a rock, seceding from the ocean, and she's not worried about much of anything, really. the tides are always coming. if kisses were all it took to save her from dying, maybe she would've been more concerned with that aspect of her life when she still had it. as it stands, she's teaching herself to be selfish — lifting her hand to palm up the back of his neck, to get lost in anything that isn't the guilt she wallows in.
because guilt won't save her. it won't safe zixuan, either. they're two inevitable tragedies, in a world that demands blood as penance for the foolishness of being born under a name that bears weight. it doesn't matter what happens here and now, because wen qing knows the pyre waiting for her soul has already been lit aflame. you can't unstrike a match. everything else, everything in prisma is just ... extra. whether that's kindness or not, wen qing isn't sure.
but she is sure that if her life was unkind to her, death is going to take a knee and repent.
sighing as he moves, wen qing shudders, letting the jin yellow fall from her shoulders. lowly, she moves her mouth down to his ear, humming to get his attention. )
Take me to bed. ( affectionately, she turns to bump her nose on his temple, almost nuzzling him. ) You have a busy night planned, Jin Xizuan.
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because guilt won't save her. it won't safe zixuan, either. they're two inevitable tragedies, in a world that demands blood as penance for the foolishness of being born under a name that bears weight. it doesn't matter what happens here and now, because wen qing knows the pyre waiting for her soul has already been lit aflame. you can't unstrike a match. everything else, everything in prisma is just ... extra. whether that's kindness or not, wen qing isn't sure.
but she is sure that if her life was unkind to her, death is going to take a knee and repent.
sighing as he moves, wen qing shudders, letting the jin yellow fall from her shoulders. lowly, she moves her mouth down to his ear, humming to get his attention. )
Take me to bed. ( affectionately, she turns to bump her nose on his temple, almost nuzzling him. ) You have a busy night planned, Jin Xizuan.