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[ from here ]

[ ugh ]

i'm still talking to you aren't i

So that's one thing.

And what about destroying souls?

[ Something something ignoring most of the rest of the sentence that went along with that. ]

saving souls.

[ If he knew how to emphasize that word he would have, a lot. ]

by destroying the shell that's been corrupting them.

[ ... ]

Yeah what's that about

[ Because this sounds nothing like what he knows about souls and he's dealt with a bunch over his lifetime. ]

are you asking because you want to know, or because you're bored

[ Look. He's not normally this prickly with new people, but this guy(?) hardly came across well. Even in writing. ]

[ A perfectly reasonable assessment, really. ]

I've handled a lot of souls before and never dealt with a shell or whatever so yeah I want to know.

[ That's almost annoying that it's sincere from a depraved pervert -- or a very bored person who's messing with him. Kinda. But also kind of sobering when he says he's handled souls before. That's not the normal answer, not by a long shot.

... ]

there is a man who will make a contract with someone when they grieve for a lost loved one.

he'll offer to bring them back to life but it's a lie. if they agree, he uses them and their love and despair to bring the soul back and bind it to a form he's made. it corrupts the soul in the process, binding it to his will. a living weapon made up of machine, soul, and despair.

an akuma

he makes it kill the person who wanted them brought back to life and take their skin as their own. from there it grieves what it's become so much that it can only lash out and want to kill more and more in its frustration. making it stronger as well, and becoming more and more corrupted.

destroying that new body with a special weapon will purify it and release the soul to rest in peace once again.

that's what i mean.

[ ... Okay, not only does that sound more or less like what he does... ]

So he combines the resentful energy from two souls to create even stronger energy, then uses the body that's in better shape as a vessel for the stronger soul?

If you can consistently bind a soul to a body that wasn't originally its own, that's not a bad idea.

[ He never tried that because he almost always had both soul and body intact, but it sounds rather clever and now he wants to try it... ]

[ Not... not a bad idea?

It's a shame this isn't an audio call. There would have been a very audible crunch as Allen makes such a tight fist his knuckles pop. It's also a shame it isn't in person. It would have been very satisfying to have a face to imagine hitting......... ]

I think you're getting the wrong idea.

You wouldn't want people to think you're a psychopath.

What's wrong about it?

Grief and despair both lead to large amounts of resentful energy. If the soul was already lingering thanks to its attachments, it's probably not that big a deal to manipulate it. And if its original body is already gone, getting it a new one sounds like a matter of convenience if you have the skill to do that. Most souls can't do too much without bodies.

I suppose calling that vessel a shell isn't that strange when I think about it.

[ Wouldn't want what now? ]

[ is... is this guy fucking with him, or... ]

It's a problem because it's wrong.

It isn't about something being a tool or useful. They were human once. Their soul still is.

What they deserve is to be released and find peace, not become someone's puppets.

[ it's not an angry emoting tirade only because he had to smash the keys so many times trying to figure out a coherent response that he calmed down by the time he could. who came up with this system, it sucks ]

They asked for help and they got it. It's not like I care how they feel anyway, but what's there to be ungrateful for?

[ If he was even pretending to not be a psychopath before, he's not anymore. (He wasn't pretending before either.) ]

[ ................ ]

who exactly are you?

I'm Xue Yang, but if you're not from the same lands as me, it's not like it means anything to you.

[ But if one is, and from the right time period, it almost certainly does. Or maybe he's known here already? It's a possibility.

Still, he continues with the information that his name would convey to someone who's already heard it, not just unashamed but even proud. ]

I'm a delinquent and a demonic cultivator. And a really good fuck.

[ Two of those are his reputation from home. One of them is his reputation here, or at least what he wants it to be. ]

[ oh my god ]

Are you always so hung up on death and being crass.

It isn't healthy, you know.

I'm still alive, so it can't be that bad.

[ He's died once here already, but, details. ]

Besides, death is my specialty. You also mess with souls so it's not as if you're that different.

[ Even if it's just "saving" them or whatever. ]

[ continuing from here. ]

Because of the spirits? [ He asks it gently but also rather knowingly. He noticed, after all, that she seemed to freeze up a little and that struck him as odd, though he couldn't really guess why beyond figuring it was... well..

Feeling awkward and uncertain is kind of a given.

And he gives her a small, albeit somewhat fidgety smile as well. But, barring any further direction from her, also takes a seat on the edge of one of the many benches and watches to see what she'll do. It's a silent, conversational invitation since he figures it's better than them both standing around and feeling awkward; he had the entire trip here to think (and fret) and at least get the panicking mostly out of his system. ]

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[A small nod will be given once he mentions the spirits. He was right. She felt comfortable with them (whenever they weren't acting up) and felt connected to something.]

The spirits help me feel centered. [She'll become thoughtful, giving Allen time to sit and for her to find the right words.] Tethered to something. Anchored.

[How to explain she can hear and feel things other people wouldn't?]

It isn't quiet. I can't stand it. When things go silent.

[As her world became once the original guardian lost all of its power to keep reality from breaking. She never wanted to go back to that dark world again. It was so quiet.]

They're always willing to talk to me. I can always feel them scheming and.... [Her expression may turn more embarrassed after admitting.] ...gossipy. They really like to act as matchmakers. [Which in all honesty, she sometimes joins in on those conversations once she notices......

Clearing her throat, she'll gain all her courage and admit!]

They are perverts, but they are friendly perverts! I am okay with them! I even like them! [.......................motions her fingers to show that she likes them a tiny bit. ONLY THAT MUCH! DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA!] ...honestly, they sorta remind me a bit of home. My two oldest sisters always pestered my other sister and me over the opinion of the spirits had concerning a certain boy. Or ask about ideas on hooking up some of their friends with someone they think is a good match. Or them too. Sometimes.

[Honestly, the spirits are basically normal spirits and her sisters mixed as one with a dash of her grandmother's old manners mixed in. It was weird, but she felt some comfort by it.]

...where are you currently living? It took a while for you to get here. I can't help wonder... [What have you been doing for the past month? And how did he find out about the whole dream-sharing issue????? She had questions about it but thought it best to test the waters with him for a bit.]

[ She is still definitely as animated and talkative as he remembers. But it in the way that gets a good-natured sort of quiet laugh from him when she goes on about her sisters. Siblings? Suddenly that makes a lot of other things make sense. ]

Ah? [ That said, he definitely prefers it to being asked questions about himself. Or, rather, when it's probably concern being directed his way. Given what the truth is. ] It's nowhere as interesting as here.

[ "Interesting". That's actually kind of a plus in his book, given what "interesting" tends to be around here.

But he does relent: ] I've just been staying in one of the flats by the ocean. In the city.

[ You know, the really run-down ones. But he tries to shrug it off with an offhanded wave of one hand. ]

It's fine, it's just a place to sleep at night.

The flats by the ocean?

[Ah, he decided to live in the city. Which was....a safer option? Right? RIGHT???? Then again, Nike can't help notice his shrug and offhanded wave to be...]

Don't you feel lonely? Living there all by yourself? Seeing it as just a place to sleep?

[Of course she doesn't expect him to see their new situation as "home" per se, but to speak about it like that. Nike will look down, thoughtful]

I wonder how different it feels. To live in the city. I haven't explored much. [A pause.] Have you gone exploring yet?

[ That actually caught him a little offguard, what she honed in on. "Don't you feel lonely." And he pauses for a second, blinking, before he looks a little relieved that she continued on so quickly before he could answer. ]

I have. As much as I can, not that I've really found anything that seems that useful. [ Unfortunately.

It's conversational, but even if he could have tried to dodge her first questions, he continues on in much the same sort of demeanor, lacing his hands together across his lap. ] I wouldn't say it's lonely though. There are a lot of other people there who have washed up as well and are in the same sort of situation.

Besides, my master and I would frequently stay in many different places and none of them were ever the same. Sometimes not even from night to night. It was never anything more than having a place to sleep and keep our things for a while. [ Lavishly if Cross could swing it, but it's not like the price tag of the accommodations made them any more or less homey.

There were good memories of those times, memories he actually was very attached to on a very core, private level that constituted a sense of belonging, but they had nothing to do with the quality of the physical locations.

He's talking very normally during this, with a rather flat sort of conversational cheer, like describing something as commonplace as the weather. ] And with my father, we were lucky even to have a roof at all.

So that part of all this really isn't so bad at all. [ It's not like there's rent after all.

haha, ha.. ha... ]

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[Nothing useful. A look of concern may just appear on her face for a split second, almost as if she was conflicted. But it won't be long until it relaxes when she listens in on other tidbits about himself. Certain words will catch her attention though. Like "master", for one. What kind of master is he talking about here?

She already knew he was a priest. Could it connect to that? Although the title "master" sounded so creepy.....regardless of the context. Her expression will give off the vibe of feeling very worried about him! It was hard to hide it!!!

And yet, the way he talks about his experience with his master and father will have her watching, observing him more and more.]

In other words, you're used to traveling? And don't have a particular place to call home?

[.....honestly, the last question was definitely the one she wanted to know. The way he describes his childhood, she is assuming, is somewhat reflecting on his person, making him seem more whimsical. No. If anything it makes him seem somewhat detached and yet not so much all at once??? Why was she having such a hard time figuring him out? It was making her feel curious and.....very intrigued. What kind of person is he? She almost wanted to voice that question to him but knew better. For now, at least. After all, she is curious about his world too. What kind of places has he been to?]

[ Ah... ]

I am, but I have a home. [ He says it gently though, like it's a quieter or somber thing to talk about. Even if he is smiling. He has a home now.

For now? ]

Even if I don't get to see it and everyone there often, that's okay because I know it's still there to return to one day.

[ That skipped over a a lot, but that's the more important thing to focus on he thinks. Which is also why: ]

Is there a place like that you're looking forward to returning to as well, Nike?

[ It's said conversationally, but also warmly. ]

[Knowing he has a home to go back to, different from the one he has now, Nike feels more relieved; even if his tone does take a quieter one. It won't alarm her too much because she can tell it holds no regrets. As long as there are no regrets, she thinks, it should be okay. No matter the circumstances.

Just as she was going to agree with his sentiment, his next question will catch her off guard. For a moment. Granted she should've expected, and yet...

Ah.

It still stings, she supposes.

The guilt.]

I guess it'll never leave me alone...

[And yet, no impurities are taking form on her body. At the very least, Allen hasn't made mention of it appearing on her face as Thalas had. Which was good. It may just be a sign she is accepting of the feeling instead of deflecting or rejecting it.]

[Now comes the next question though: how does she answer him?

Well, seeing as they are in front of an audience, it wouldn't hurt to...]

It's a hard question to answer. Never thought it'd be but Instead of just telling you, why don't I show you?

[After all, she is no longer connected to her world's heart, so she can't use the world's memories to show Allen. Not that she may be able to. Only guardians can view the contents. So knowing this, she'll add.]

It may be a good opportunity too. I do need to complete my performance to the audience first.

?

[ For a moment he thought she said something else there. Her expression had been concerning as well, and he wonders if maybe he said the wrong thing-- but she distracts him by the odd sort of way in which she offers that, drawing a comical and boyish sort of blink from him. ]

Show me? [ Show him what... her home? But they can't... go back yet, so how is she going to do that?

His gaze flickers back around the room for a moment, almost as if confirming they are still alone. Well, "alone". Nothing but rows and rows of empty seats, however, the same as when he'd arrived she she had been singing. What kind of performance would that even be? ~~Interpretive dance?~~ ]

[Honestly, his reaction was very positive! It was different in comparison to the looks of despair or greed. If anything, it'll encourage her to be somewhat more honest.]

That's right! I'm willing to show you where I belong. Well...

[A somewhat guilty look will be seen, even if there is a small smile.]

It's more the place I was fated to be in.

[There will be a heaviness to her words. She was created and fated to complete the task assigned to her by someone from long ago. Thalas tried to carry the burden alone at the request of the previous guardian. For whatever reason, and yet.]

I can show it to you by singing. My voice carries a hypnosis aspect to it. It's easy to show you through it, but I'll need you to trust me first. [She could always force her way in, but...] ...otherwise I won't feel comfortable performing in front of you. [Ever. She never wants to be seen with those gazes -- fear, hatred, or power hungry -- ever again.]

[ She wanted to... hypnotize him? Her voice could do that?

It isn't fear or distrust, but his expression does -- shift slightly guarded. Cautious, as anything to deal with manipulating someone's mind and thoughts, controlling them... it's very unsettling. And begs the question of why would you ever, how is that ever an okay or acceptable sort of thing. Of course that's not okay.

But he also can't reconcile that against what he knows of her, what his gut says about her and her intentions, and that's a curious sort of reason she gives that he hones in on instead. ]

Why wouldn't you feel comfortable?

[That question. Her gaze will betray her by revealing the heavy discomfort and guilt. Arms may unintentionally wrap herself around her as she is reminded of that night with Nephero. Shoot. She felt insanely gross all over.]

I already made six people... [Begins to count her fingers as she names the following people: Livius, Kitora, Grandmother, Luna, those two religious idiots, Taichi, Ursula, and Nephero.] ...oh, shoot, I forgot about them...um, actually make that nine! Nine people have already...well...

[How to explain this?]

After hearing my song, they all...changed. Every one of them got really weird ideas. Some wanted to lock me away for the rest of my days, others wanted me to become a weapon, others wanted me to become their savior, and everyone else wanted me dead.

[Nike will bite her lower lip, looking down as she is reminded of the destruction she has created. The number of people who died because of her.]

Back then, I never knew the effects my powers had. Not the full picture, at least. I promised myself to only sing in dire situations or after receiving consent from the other party. [A forced smile will be given as she admits.] Although, at the moment, I'm not at my full strength. This world was kind enough to strip some of it away... [Which stings, all things considered. She did like making the sun appear and creating rainbows.]

[ —there's a lot being said there. More than he can really realize. It's something in how she wrapped her arms around herself like that and both seems so exposed and so uncomfortable. So when she begins to trail off, he raises his hand gently as if to interrupt her.

Gently, and with calm eyes. ]

I'm not going to see you differently just because of an ability you have. [ More or less. Whatever the full effects of a hypnotic voice that can also control the rain and weather. But what he means is: ]

The nature of the power you're given doesn't determine the kind of person you are. What matters is the person who wields it, and what they choose to use it for. [ He was told his Innocence makes him a destroyer, after all. Not a savior.

And that's why he said and still believes to this day, "If I'm a destroyer, then I want to be a destroyer who saves." ]

And you shouldn't push yourself for my account, either. [ It's gentle still, but a bit firmer. And he reaches to take her hands, if he can, even if he's still sitting and she's standing, and there's something understated but meaningful about the gesture. Something important, and something with how gently but intently his expression will try to catch hers and say look at me.

Something grounding. ]

Why don't you just tell me about it? The things you recall fondly and want to return to.

[ Her telling him that means more than her trying to use supernatural powers to create some fantastical illusion anyway. ]

It's important, I think, to remember those things when we're far away from them and feeling anxious.

[His words. What came out of his mouth, it wasn't him going with the flow nor were there any expectations? If anything, the words he used, a lot of them felt very nostalgic, as those very words were uttered by her grandmother. Nike had always proclaimed her intentions to never summon the destructive aspect of her powers because she wanted to use it to heal and help others.

Rain. Wind. Rainbows.

Those were enough. More than enough for her to feel satisfied than simply summoning the thunder and other more dangerous aspects of the weather.

So for someone outside of her clan to speak those words -- of not caring nor holding expectations --, it made her feel....normal. Like she was allowed to be normal. For once. She didn't have to use her power to put people in their place or to impress them just to be accepted.

There will be silence on her part as she ponders it all. Why does he not care? Why wasn't he curious? Wouldn't anyone be? So why? But then another question will surge up: aren't you the one who wants to impress him?

That question will be enough to keep her silent.]

[That is until he asks his own questions over the matter. What does she want to return to? What are the things she recalls fondly? There will be more silence as she ponders about it. Why did she want to return home other than duty? Ah, her chest was beginning to hurt...

She will lower her head in silence, her grip, on the hand that reached out to her, will become stronger, almost as if it was using his hands to keep her from falling...? Opening her mouth, only to close them again, she will look at a loss for words. What should she say? What can she say? All of these emotions....ones she wanted to express for so long while all at once she wanted to ignore. Where does she even begin?

Well, she won't have time to make up her mind when her tears will do it for her. They will make their appearance by flowing down. It was enough for her to freeze for a moment because she isn't supposed to cry. Not about that. And yet, why did she feel so overwhelmed right now? Shit.

Using her free hand, Nike will try to wipe them away only for more to take their place. Shit, shit, shit! She can't cry! Not now. Please stop. All she could do is force her eyes shut to keep them from escaping so quickly.]

[This wasn't the time for that. To be like this. She had made a decision over this matter. It needed to be done. To protect everyone. To protect their futures'. To protect the world from dying in vain. She couldn't allow the sacrifice of those before her to go in vain nor allow Thalas's mistake to be the cause of it neither.

She needed to remember! Didn't she want to escape from him? From being a bride to someone she had no attraction towards? From someone who she was clearly poison to? If he was to truly grow to relearn to open his heart to others, to himself, and to the world, then she could no longer remain by his side as a crutch.

He needs to move towards his future without her. He needed to do this for himself, not to impress her nor make her believe his darkness was cured because of her.

As she reminds herself of these things, it was much easier to breathe and to.

Chuckle. Laugh. Giggle. Snort.

All of in that order before revealing the largest smile she can give to Allen. A moving, a loving, and guilt-ridden smile.]

Sorry, sorry... [Another chuckle.] I got so caught up... [A beat. Keep smiling, keep laughing, and allow some tears to escape.] In the beauty of my world. The place I hold very dear. I couldn't help it...

[Her grip on him will weaken, realizing just then she may have been holding onto him for dear life all this time.]

I don't even know where to begin or how.

[ -- misstep. Big one.

...maybe. As panicked and comically animated as he looks for a moment when she begins to cry—awk, tears!!! please don't cry?!?!?—his expression goes slack when she smiles like that. Something so radiant, but so painful as well. Something that just hurts to look at. So why, then...

...why was she smiling like that? Just at the idea of thinking what she left behind. ]

...

[ ...given the circumstances, he's very nervous of touching her. And would avoid it, beyond things like he'd just done, reaching to take her hand to reassure her. Just because his agreeing to meet her here, under the context of I know what you dreamed about the other day -- I know what we both thought was a dream but maybe it wasn't..

...if he touches her, he's afraid that will somehow make it real. That there will be no going back from it then. That the desperate way in which they'd clung to each other and all those memories he's been trying to shove down and forget about will come rushing back. The way her breath would hitch by his ear and her fingers dig into his hair-- or the way she'd tasted faintly of mangos.

He's not ready for that. And honestly? Never would be. That needs to stay locked away somewhere for him to not think about.

(Because what if it made him want to do it again?)

But she's standing there smiling at him like that with tears streaking her face, holding onto his hand with a tight but shaky grip it seems like she might shatter right in front of him. And why? Because she misses her world that much? No... it feels like something else. And with the way she had cried and clung to him before when they first met, like she had finally just purged herself of so many terrible things at finally finding herself somewhere else, the things men had done to her, the way she'd been made to live some caged creature only brought out to perform--

Was that... it? Was she smiling like that because... she didn't have anything good to return to? Only duty?

A cage?

("It's pitiful. I've lost everything that was important to me.") ]

...I'm sorry.

[ He reaches up towards her face. To so very gently brush the lingering tears aside and dry her face with a warm, gloved hand, and with an expression so very gentle but so somber too as he lets his palm lightly cup her cheek.

It's okay. She doesn't have to explain. ]

It looks like I made you cry again.

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[There weren't any expectations on her end. However Allen will react, she will accept for what it is, and then they can either steer away from the topic or change it altogether. As much as she had a lot of wonderful things to talk about, she knew she couldn't return to any of them even if she did find her way back home.

At the very least, she thought she was ready to hide behind a calm and bright smile, and go as far with it as she can, but...

When his other right-gloved hand found its way to her cheek, Nike will freeze at the sudden gesture and the way he was looking at her. It was enough to catch her entirely off guard because she did not expect him to react this way. To get touchy with her, in a way. No matter how innocent the gesture, she can't help remember the number of times he would reach out to her like this, to try to catch her attention whenever she would become too shy or was too weak or had dug too deep into her thoughts.

It was difficult to not think back on that night. Especially now. When he is being so...him.

The warmth of every kiss, every time they would cling onto each other, reach out to one another whenever one was too deep in their own thoughts, every longing gaze, and every sigh and moan -- it was more than enough to make her knees weak.

Her cheeks will begin to burn at the simple gesture as she looks down, trying to hide the fact such a simple gesture was enough to make her feel this way. Shaking her head slightly.]

...it's not your fault...

[It really wasn't! And besides, if it weren't for any of this, then she would've ended up teasing him instead. So. Instead of concentrating mainly on that, she'll turn to the left gloved hand that was still in her reach, a curious realization will appear as she wonders.]

But if you're really sorry, then...can I see your left hand? [If his hand was the same color and form she had saw in her dream, then...] Without the glove, that is...?

[His earlier revelation over the dream may be true.]

[ -- um

Well that certainly wasn't the response he was expecting. ]

Without the glove? [ He's parroting it back a little dumbly just because... why? would she want to? It isn't even like he's that against the idea, other than he always prefers to keep his gloves on around others because it's just simpler that way. Less likely to scare people. (Less likely to get... unpleasant reactions.) Besides, she's already seen his hand, so--

...wait. No she hasn't.

Or, no, she did, but...

The realization makes his cheeks cover ever so lightly, and that is why he hesitates and asks so carefully-- ]

Why do you want to see it...?

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[The way he was now looking at her, the feeling in the air. His hesitation. It was more than enough for her to notice. This was a very delicate, very personal thing, and yet she...

The remainder of the things he did to his left hand, to his tattoos, to his scars -- all the things she requested him to do.

It was enough to keep the burning sensation remain entirely on her face. She must be very red right now, right?

Well, it may be a good thing that...]

Remember the first time we met in this temple. I asked you the reason you were wearing gloves? You said it was for convenience sake?

[She can finally be honest about her feelings over the matter at that time.]

I didn't think it was. I hated it. They were in the way. Even if it meant, I could kiss your wrist instead of your hand.

[It was embarrassing to admit it out loud, but!! She meant. every. word. Gloves were annoying especially when she now knew what he used them for. So gathering the very last of her courage, her hand will give his left gloved hand another squeeze before admitting out loud.]

And now I understand the reason I felt that way -- it was another wall, another way to create distance.

[And so.]

I don't want to feel your gloves on my skin. I prefer to feel your hands instead. Both of them.

[Oh, also!]

This is in no way an attempt to make a pass at you. I really meant it! You're starting to give me a complex about them. You should take responsibility for this! So take them off now.

[ ...what

no, really, WHAT ]

Um... [ Nike, you're um...

Ah... ]

Okay? [ Very scary. You're very scary when you're like this.

There might also be a faint blush, as that one line has now permanently lodged itself forever into his skull. "I prefer to feel your hands instead..." ]

[ "Both of them."

But he moves to take his right one off first though. Just because... it'd be weird to just take a single one off? And because he might be dragging his feet slightly for a moment to try and process all of that. She hated them? His gloves? And saying that, "now I understand the reason I felt that way..."

(She does remember.)

He swallows, still resembling a deer-in-headlights somewhat, but keeping his eyes fixed steadily on her as he finishes pulling off the right and begins on the left. Tugging the fingers off first, and then setting both gloves quietly aside as that bares his left hand. Bright red and plated with armor-like scaling over his fingers and knuckles, a golden crystal in the shape of a cross seemingly embedded into the back of his hand that thrums with a faint magical (holy) energy to those sensitive to it.

But of course... she already knew that, didn't she? He already realized that dream wasn't actually one. Maybe he just hoped they could pretend it was for the sake of...

...well, what, exactly?

His expression calms though. Sobering, and becoming harder to read as it becomes more gentle, and he reaches up quietly towards her face with his left hand. Very carefully, and very gingerly. Pausing, actually, before he touches her cheek where he had before and hesitating like he isn't sure if that's okay. Looking for something in her expression to say that, "it's okay".

If he finds it, he brushes only the softer pads of his plated fingers faintly along her cheek in the very gentlest and ghostly of touches. Like it's important, the gesture itself, more than something bolder. ]

You only had to say so... [ He says it so softly, so gently, that he seems to be talking about something else entirely for it. Like he's marveling at something. Like that's so amazing. Such a breathtaking sort of thing-- and he lets his hand palm rest lightly against her cheek.

Like she's something meant to be cherished, but he isn't sure if he should. ]

If it meant that much.

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oh my god xue yang why are you like this

this is a million years late bc I've been sick/awol for 2 months but OMG THAT TAG AAA--

I hope you are feeling better now!

getting there! ♥

improvement is good at least! ♥

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1/3 WHY IS HE LIKE THIS AGAIN!?

2/3 I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY IN MAKING GIRLS CRY KDGHSAKFHASDKHF

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1/2 WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN

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2/2 i am so sorry that she is this way

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