( Strange, to know her close, in hand, arm bound to his, the soft quake and shivers of her feathers like a subtle, soothing itch. He shudders, and it travels up his shoulders and his spine, meets the cold mouth of mould and wet that's slithered kisses down his vertebrae.
His qi is wealth and abundance, a shameful excess. He transfers it with utter, painful disregard of the scarcity better men suffer. This is privilege, trueborn: a body that, even flayed to its core, cannot fail him.
Together, the girl — the beast, this perversion of metamorphosis, they wade and slink through heavy currents, beneath cold gleams of dimming light. He wronged them, staying the minotaur's path, and now they must seek out the dark claw marks of the creature's shadow. Turn left here. Right, when he hears a drip, a heel scuffing stone. Left again. Left. In truth, his mind hardly grasps where he propels them. )
Magnus' sorcery will mind him. ( Each word feels saline, stinging his crushed, raked lips. He knows, now, the madness that compels Wei Ying to feverish chatter: silence is the mind slayer, that which leaves a man to himself. Zhou Fei cannot be allowed to behold herself, to think. He nearly trips, skids — catches his balance by tugging Zhou Fei closer. And they move on. ) Your husband. When did you choose him to wed?
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( Strange, to know her close, in hand, arm bound to his, the soft quake and shivers of her feathers like a subtle, soothing itch. He shudders, and it travels up his shoulders and his spine, meets the cold mouth of mould and wet that's slithered kisses down his vertebrae.
His qi is wealth and abundance, a shameful excess. He transfers it with utter, painful disregard of the scarcity better men suffer. This is privilege, trueborn: a body that, even flayed to its core, cannot fail him.
Together, the girl — the beast, this perversion of metamorphosis, they wade and slink through heavy currents, beneath cold gleams of dimming light. He wronged them, staying the minotaur's path, and now they must seek out the dark claw marks of the creature's shadow. Turn left here. Right, when he hears a drip, a heel scuffing stone. Left again. Left. In truth, his mind hardly grasps where he propels them. )
Magnus' sorcery will mind him. ( Each word feels saline, stinging his crushed, raked lips. He knows, now, the madness that compels Wei Ying to feverish chatter: silence is the mind slayer, that which leaves a man to himself. Zhou Fei cannot be allowed to behold herself, to think. He nearly trips, skids — catches his balance by tugging Zhou Fei closer. And they move on. ) Your husband. When did you choose him to wed?
( Do not widow him so readily. )