Thank you. [ Normally fierce and sharp, Wen Qing sounds softer when she says that, almost pleasant.
With her back bared like this, the scales gleaming, Wen Qing feels more exposed than ever before Lan Wangji. It is fate, perhaps, to be brought so low before him. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng have both seen her at low points: why not add a third? And he is, she knows, family now, the same way Wei Wuxian is family.
But to expose herself so in front of a man who is not family or a doctor, and to ask this of him.... Wen Qing will never say it but there is no one else she would trust with this, in this small corner of Ke-Waihu, a world unknown to theirs. Even Wei Wuxian, as skilled as he is, would not suit this moment.
The cloth she settles between her teeth without comment. It will hurt, and she will make sounds; she does every morning as she pulls the scales from her arms and legs, only a few with each round, unable to torment her body with that physical pain. And this, then, is why she could only ask Hanguang-jun, who fulfills tasks given to him.
When she whimpers against the bit, her eyes squeezed closed against the tears forming in them, she knows he will continue, and that's what she wants. Even though she jerks, despite trying not to, and thinks about begging him to stop, her voice garbled by the bit in her mouth, he cuts them out until her back is a bloody mess but free of the scales piled next to them.
(The tears still leaked out from her eyes and she's hoarse when she removes the bit, breathing heavily.) Her hair swings in front of her face, and she lets it stay there, hiding her expression.) ]
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With her back bared like this, the scales gleaming, Wen Qing feels more exposed than ever before Lan Wangji. It is fate, perhaps, to be brought so low before him. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng have both seen her at low points: why not add a third? And he is, she knows, family now, the same way Wei Wuxian is family.
But to expose herself so in front of a man who is not family or a doctor, and to ask this of him.... Wen Qing will never say it but there is no one else she would trust with this, in this small corner of Ke-Waihu, a world unknown to theirs. Even Wei Wuxian, as skilled as he is, would not suit this moment.
The cloth she settles between her teeth without comment. It will hurt, and she will make sounds; she does every morning as she pulls the scales from her arms and legs, only a few with each round, unable to torment her body with that physical pain. And this, then, is why she could only ask Hanguang-jun, who fulfills tasks given to him.
When she whimpers against the bit, her eyes squeezed closed against the tears forming in them, she knows he will continue, and that's what she wants. Even though she jerks, despite trying not to, and thinks about begging him to stop, her voice garbled by the bit in her mouth, he cuts them out until her back is a bloody mess but free of the scales piled next to them.
(The tears still leaked out from her eyes and she's hoarse when she removes the bit, breathing heavily.) Her hair swings in front of her face, and she lets it stay there, hiding her expression.) ]