( There's an edge to this comfort, dagger's tip tickling his ribs. He frowns, careful in the unwinding, slow to come undone. As if he knows, in the moments between the melt and the relaxation, something with teeth will graze on his bones.
But his Highness will look after him, after all. Isn't this what martial gods do? Forge a sacred vow of sanctuary, defend the weak, keep evil at bay? Isn't there some kind of... coalition?
...if so, that Pei Ming must have spat on the institutional pledge. )
You're not saying that JUST TO DESERT me like an UGLY BRIDE in her sedan, are you????
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But his Highness will look after him, after all. Isn't this what martial gods do? Forge a sacred vow of sanctuary, defend the weak, keep evil at bay? Isn't there some kind of... coalition?
...if so, that Pei Ming must have spat on the institutional pledge. )
You're not saying that JUST TO DESERT me like an UGLY BRIDE in her sedan, are you????